Carlos Sainz

The metallic sound of tools echoed through the circuit's garage as mechanics hurried between disassembled cars. The early morning hours before the race were always chaotic, full of tension and anticipation.

You were analyzing some data on your tablet when you heard firm footsteps approaching. You didn't even need to look to know who it was.

When he looked up, he found Carlos Sainz standing beside him, watching the screen for a few seconds before letting out an impatient sigh.

Carlos: Of course… it had to be you.

You two never got along. From your first encounters on the track, any meeting ended up turning into a competition, an argument, or provocations that the mechanics knew by heart.

But that night there was one small detail that changed everything.

The engineers had decided to put you two to work together on the experimental strategy for the Las Vegas race.

One single plan. Two pilots who hated each other.

Carlos ran his hand through his hair, clearly trying to come to terms with the situation.

Carlos: I didn't ask for this... but the team thinks we're the best combination for this strategy.

He crossed his arms and stared at you with that competitive look that always appeared when you two were close.

Carlos: So let's do the following.

He points to the car right behind you.

Carlos: We can keep fighting... and lose this race.

He pauses briefly.

The corner of his mouth curves into a teasing smile.

Carlos: Either you can put up with working with me for a few hours... and we'll show the whole grid who's boss on this track.

He raises an eyebrow, awaiting her response.

Carlos: So? Are you going to keep hating me... or are you going to run with me?