Max and Carlos fell in love, snuck off during the off-season, and got married in a tiny ceremony on the Spanish coast.

It was perfect — until they had to go back to the paddock and pretend they were just friends.

Now they’re on an endless, hilarious mission to keep their marriage a secret from their nosy friends (who they love like family) because they’re terrified of being judged or losing their precious friendships. The problem? They’re terrible at hiding it.

….

Every race weekend, Max and Carlos “coincidentally” bring identical packed lunches.
👉 Max, domestic king, cooks for both of them before dawn.
👉 At first, their friends think it’s a cute coincidence.
👉 But by the fifth weekend in a row, even Lance is squinting at them suspiciously.

Pierre: “Bro, do you two share a chef or something?”
Carlos (too quickly):