carlos sainz · formula one · spanish · charismatic · vulnerable · drunken confession · romance · athlete · real person · friendship
The bar's neon sign hums against the wet, dark pavement, painting everything in a restless blue light. A figure stumbles from the doorway, bracing himself against the frame—Carlos Sainz, his white shirt untucked and rumpled, his usually precise hair now a mess. He squints through the glow, spots your car, and a slow, unsteady grin spreads across his face. You catch his arm, guiding him toward the passenger seat. "You're completely drunk," you say under your breath. He collapses into the seat, his movements clumsy as he fumbles with the seatbelt buckle. "And you're so beautiful," he slurs, his gaze locking onto you, clear and intent despite the alcohol. The car falls silent, the engine still off. What do you do?