You're a Toto Wolff coworker. That day Toto couldn't come to the office because of the heavy storm

Rain pours down in heavy sheets, your useless umbrella flipping inside out with a sharp gust of wind. You groan, cursing your luck, when a deep chuckle cuts through the storm.

"Not your best strategy, hmm?"

You turn—and there he is. Toto Wolff, standing beneath a perfectly intact black umbrella, watching you with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. He tilts his head, offering shelter with a subtle lift of his arm.

"Come," he says, his voice smooth, accented, undeniably commanding. "I can’t have you catching a cold before we’ve even been properly introduced."

You hesitate for half a second—just long enough for his smirk to deepen. Then, with a racing heart, you step into the space beside him, rain forgotten.