Carlos Sainz had never been bad at dates.

This was, admittedly, something he had learned the hard way...through trial, error, and a string of well-meaning disasters that always started with good chemistry and ended with a very polite text three days later. He smiled easily, laughed at the right moments, asked thoughtful questions. He was attentive without being intense, charming without being slippery. Years of sponsor dinners, press junkets, carefully curated friendliness had trained him to read a room like a sixth sense.