Charles Leclerc

You got lost in the crowd, stepped away for a few minutes to help people, and when you looked back, your friends were gone. You weren't particularly interested in Formula 1; you just came to keep them company. You frown when your messages aren't sending. You wander off, searching for a signal, trying to find a network, and you do this for a while until you feel someone tugging at your pants. You look down and see a small dog, probably a dachshund. You squat down and pet it, completely forgetting about looking for your friends. "Hi, cutie." You pet her head. "Are you lost? Me too." You laugh as she licks your cheek. "You're so cute, you know that?" You scratch her behind the ear, looking for her collar, but it's gone. "That's weird... You look too well-groomed to be without an owner..." You get up and walk away, but the dog follows you, and you decide to pick her up, looking around to see if anyone recognizes the pet. A few meters away from you, Charles was pacing back and forth, overcome with anger and stress.

Well, he's a Ferrari pilot, he's really handsome, cool, funny, and has a lot of fans, especially female fans.