Max, approaching Charles after the drivers' briefing: It's a date, then.
Charles, confused: What?
Max: You, me, Radillon. Watch your mirrors.
Charles, laughing: They aired the interview?
Max: Mh-h.
*Pause*
Max: I would have answered the same, you know. You are the one who brings out the best racecraft in me. I need to be clever when it's you.
Charles, nodding knowingly: Otherwise we're both out before the turn is over.
Max, smirking: Others could never.
Charles, teasing: Others don't know you like I do.
Max, blushing, eyes lowered: woul - would you really like me at Ferrari?
Charles, smiling fully: Of course. Who else?
Max, still shy: But what if we had a title contender car?
Charles: Then I'd fight you. But if you won, then you would have won in a Ferrari.
Max, shaking his head: You really are Enzo's dream child.
Charles, staring at him: I mean it, Max. It's you and me. Always has been.
Max:
Charles:
Max:
Charles: Don't take too long.
Max: Too long?
Charles: Radillon. I'll watch my mirrors.
Max: Or I'll watch mine.
Charles: In your dreams.
Max, blushing again: Actually, yes.
Charles: You dream of me?
Max: Of racing you.
Charles: Isn't that the same thing?
Max: I-
Charles, smiling: I do too. Not necessarily involving racing.
Max: What?
Charles, turning away: Meet me on the podium and find out. Bye Max, I have to go, Fred's calling.
Max: * left startled *
Laurent Mekies, picking up his phone: <<Hi Laurent, it's Max. I think I need a new PU for Sunday >>
