A true enemies-to-lovers romantic short story. Leonora Messner. A name that should be remembered. As the only woman in Formula 1, she does not exactly have it easy. But then again - its's motorsports, so who exactly does have it easy here? At least Leonora doesn't dwell on that question, she just races. With power, aggression and passion. Just like her teammate at Red Bull Racing, Max Verstappen. At 20 years of age, this is her second season in Formula 1, and if she may say so herself, her first season was pretty fucking awesome. She started at Alpha Tauri and now, she is finally able to drive for the A-team. But there is some history, as well. While all the guys have been surprisingly welcome to the first female in Formula in what feels like centuries, there is also some tension - with a certain someone. This one driver from Ferrari. Charles Leclerc. What an entitled, arrogant asshole. They have hated each others' guts since their starting days in karting. They have known each other forever. And they have disliked each other forever. However... sometimes the cliché of "enemies to lovers" turns into reality. If only there weren't so many obstacles in the way.