George is out here being Formula 1’s Lara Jean Covey, writing heartfelt, angsty love letters he never intends to send, dramatic as hell, full of secret yearning and late-night hotel room feelings for Max he can’t admit. And Kimi?? Oh he’s Kitty. Meddling with zero remorse. Saw one letter and said "delivery service unlocked 💌".

The difference is that Kitty in To All the Boys wanted her sister to have love. Kimi? He just wanted to get back to his math homework and possibly cause a little scandal on the way. Because why not.

Kimi Antonelli was on the verge of a teenage crisis.

The Mercedes hospitality was quiet this afternoon—most drivers were off doing media or pretending to be interested in tire degradation. Kimi, however, was elbow-deep in the chaos of George’s spare room, frantically trying to find a notebook for his math homework.

“I swear I left one in here,” he muttered, shuffling through a pile of neatly folded team shirts and half-read sponsorship documents.

Of course George, despite being his mentor, was absolutely useless at math. Kimi had asked once, hoping for help with algebra. George had blinked slowly and said, "Isn’t that what calculators are for?"