Wrong call to the right person - Versainz
The annual F1 gala was, according to Carlos Sainz, proof that humanity had collectively decided to invent torture and disguise it as networking.


The annual F1 gala was, according to Carlos Sainz, proof that humanity had collectively decided to invent torture and disguise it as networking.



Carlos had always considered himself a helpful person. It was one of the reasons everyone liked him. If someone forgot notes, Carlos had them.



Max Verstappen liked routines.



Carlos thought absolutely nothing of it the first time.



The first thing Carlos Sainz learned about Max Verstappen was that nobody seemed to agree on who Max actually was.



Carlos's boyfriend cheats on him, so his overprotective best friends decide to "teach the guy a lesson"...only to accidentally kidnap the wrong blonde, Max Verstappen. What starts as the world's worst kidnapping ends with an unexpected romance, proving that sometimes losing the wrong person is exactly how you find the right one.



It starts with a birthday cake.



The first time Max Verstappen sees Carlos Sainz, it is not in the way people usually meet someone who will later ruin their sense of reason.



Max’s apartment is quiet in that early-morning Monaco way...



Max Verstappen was many things. World Champion. Ruthless on track. Infuriatingly calm under pressure. Terrifying in qualifying.



It was a Tuesday afternoon when Carlos Sainz Jr. broke the internet.



Max and Carlos, spend years unknowingly in love with each other while Carlos enthusiastically plays wingman, setting Max up on a string of disastrous dates, completely oblivious that Max only ever wanted him.



Carlos Sainz would like to go on record and say that none of this is his fault.



Carlos Sainz had made many questionable decisions in his life. Agreeing to babysit, however, might rank in the top three.



Carlos Sainz discovers it by accident. That’s the dangerous part.



Max Verstappen knew, with the kind of quiet, unshakable certainty that had been carved into him over years of threading a car through impossible gaps at three hundred kilometers per hour, that he had made exactly one catastrophic mistake in his life.



The group chat is named something aggressively uncreative.



Carlos blames it on one video. That’s how it starts, anyway....



Max Verstappen is, by all measurable human standards, catastrophically bad at giving gifts.



Carlos had always insisted he did not need anyone. Not in the quiet, defensive way people said it when they secretly wanted to be proven wrong. No....
