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birthday | MV1 & CL16

Monaco - 30. September 

It was annoying. Normally Max would now sit in his beloved racing car, driving around Singapore, but not this year as the race got cancelled due to stormy weather over the Asian country.

As this cancellation was only announced two weeks ago, his mother and sister already had plans and were now on a short trip through Ireland as it was usual that they celebrated Max's birthday the weeks after, due to his race in Singapore.

It was also annoying as either his friend Martin Garrix nor Lando Norris nor any of his other mates had time. It also seemed that Monaco was a ghost town as somehow nearly all of the other F1 drivers posted some pictures of their short holiday somewhere but not Monaco.

So Max was all alone and and he didn't really had any idea of what he should do, he normally wasn't alone for a long time, as F1 was a pretty crowded and busy sport, but especially now on his birthday, it was just a weird feeling he had in his stomach.

Maybe it was sadness that nobody was there to celebrate with him, only his cats, but he already had spend two hours cuddling them in the morning. Also they couldn't speak or make him laugh in a way humans did, they didn't understand his jokes nor could they eat cake.

That was also the thought that brought Max a new idea, he wanted to make a cake, even though he would be the only one there to eat, whilst he couldn't really eat it as the next race was already in two weeks and every gram mattered.

Still he got dressed and and quickly grabbed his keys before he jogged downstairs and outside. The slightly cold September breezed blew through the streets of Monaco and for a short moment he regretted wearing just shorts and a shirt.

It wasn't even a RedBull shirt, no, it was his favorite grey-blue shirt. He had put it on with a smile this morning, feeling happy of wearing on of his favorite things, even though there was no one he could show it.

That thought was also the reason why the smiled had quickly disappeared, remembering him once more that he would be alone today. And the sad face stayed until now, where he was walking down the streets to the closest supermarket, where he wanted to buy the ingredients for his cake.

With a deep sigh he took a basket at the entrance before strolling through the aisles looking for all the things he needed. First the eggs, then the flour and then the chocolate as he wanted to make a chocolate, like his mother always had done when he was little.

She had always made a cake, no matter where Max was at the moment and then she surprised him at the track and they had eaten a slice, even though his dad had been watching so that he was only eating one slice.

 But Max quickly pushed this thought away and tried to focus on the ingredients again, that he needed for his birthday cake, looking at the big selection of different chocolates in front of him.

"Ah, that's the healthy food a world champion eat during his off week." he suddenly heard a voice and shrugged.

The French accent was clearly coming through and he knew who it was before he even turned his head. Looked like there was one remaining F1 driver in Monaco and then it had to him, Max thought.

"I'm just making a cake, nothing to be concerned here." the Dutch returned and looked over at Charles, seeing a smirk on the Monegasque's face.

"I know." he laughed and stepped closer, "Happy birthday mate."

Max was a bit overwhelmed when Charles suddenly hugged him, and he was too slow to react because as he wanted to wrap his free arm around the Monegasque's shoulder he was already gone again.