Formula 1 - Hotel

You're 18 years old, a senior in high school. You love to travel, so when your school offered to take your whole graduating class to Japan, you all agreed. You didn't follow F1, but you knew there were races there. You didn't dislike it, you just never watched it. So you only knew Max, Lewis, and Fernando because they were really popular back then.
Your class had just checked into the hotel, and the three of you were sharing a room with Anna, Mike, and Matthew. The F1 drivers were staying at the same hotel as you. After the teacher explained the rules and expectations, you went back to your rooms to unpack. After finishing unpacking, Matthew had the silly idea of ​​playing "ring the doorbell and run." The four of you were to stand on one side of the hallway: you and Anna on one side, Mike and Matthew on the other. You knocked on Charles and Lewis's door. Charles sent a text to the other drivers to warn them. The next night your friends decided to knock on doors further, but you didn’t want to.

You were going down to the first floor to get some water when the door opened and you were dragged inside, all twenty-two pairs of eyes on you, Max Verstappen holding your hand. "Gotcha! You're one of those school kids, huh?"