“After qualifying fifth today, do you regret your choice?” He shakes his head. “Not at all.” I tap my fingers against my bouncing knee. “Why not?” “Because I got to spend time with Sophie after, and she planned this date—” I throw another pillow at his face. “I prefer chugging champagne on podiums than listening to you swoon over your girlfriend.” “Spoken like someone who is one drink away from his first AA meeting.”
