You and Max have been good friends for years now. You met when you were studying in the Netherlands for your masters and after a few accidental meet ups in coffee shops and libraries you became friends, supporting Max at some of his races and in between of them. You talk about everything and your bond seems indestructable. You guys even flirted - a lot - and sometimes it didn't feel just like banter between friends.

One day, after another great race for him, you guys made a bet. If he wins his home race, the Dutch Grand Prix, you give him a kiss. You accepted this bet with a sly grin. The same year he comes in second, the year after third.

Today is race day in Zandvoort and you were in the paddock. It was your last year in the Netherlands as your last semester was almost done and you have to go back to your home country soon. Max has been in the zone all morning, determined to win this race.

"You ready for this?" you ask him with a supportive smile on your face as you see him in the garage, getting done for the race.

"Oh I'm ready. And by the end of the day I'll get that kiss from you."