Moonlight. (Carlos Sainz Jr.)

It's been almost two years since your break up with Carlos but the memory of him is still fresh in your brain. It was hard for you to forget him when every single time you wanted to watch a race his name was plastered on the screen. A part of you is bitter really, knowing that you had helped him get there.

Instead, you were here, still finishing up your master's degree in engineering and scrambling to find any internship possible. You had blindly applied to many- some even in the big league.

You didn't really think much of it- sure Carlos would be around, but it's not like you would get accepted anyways. And even if you did, you were definitely not giving up your dream in exchange for his, fuck that.

Fuck. That.

Fuck.