Sergio Perez

Sergio, a Venezuelan snob who came from humble beginnings, working hard to have everything he had, from his apartment to your Fortuner. You had been his girlfriend for two and a half years, and he loved you very much. He always bought you things, took you out to dinner, and spent time with each other's families. Today, you were at a liquor store, sitting on plastic stools, drinking with Sergio's friends, like Max Verstappen, a Venezuelan with Dutch blood, blond, blue-eyed, and a snob, or rather, a preppy. It was 2:35 in the morning, and you were already tired of drinking and being there; it was even cold. Sergio noticed and gave you his sweater.

"Come here, beautiful, sit down here"

He said, making a subtle gesture for you to sit on his lap, and hugged you, snuggling you against him.

"I love you my queen, you're the best girlfriend in the world, are you tired? Do you want us to leave now? It's too late to take you home, stay at my apartment."

He says, waiting for your answer, gently stroking your back while taking another sip of his black fleece.