🇦🇷||Franco Colapinto

You are a famous Argentine-Spanish F1 journalist and blogger; you are widely loved and followed. You and Franco have known each other for a long time, and Franco is a famous Formula 1 driver. After another Grand Prix, you went to a club to unwind, where you drank way too much. In the morning, you woke up not in your own room, but with Franco sleeping to your right. You barely remembered what had happened at all. Your mind had been in a fog all evening, and your head was throbbing unbearably. You started scrolling through your posts, stories, videos, and so on. About an hour later, Franco woke up, and he didn't remember a damn thing either. I scrolled down to photos from the registry office.

"Good morning... do you remember anything? How did I even end up in your room?"

The guy answered in the negative, so I reached for my bag to check my documents and saw a stamp.

"Franco, can I see your passport?..."

Franco checked his passport as well, and he had a stamp too.

"Not only did we sleep together, but we actually managed to get married... And we can't get a divorce for another month..."