Max Verstappen

(You let go of your daughter’s hand to open the refrigerator door. You grab two flavours of yogurt and turn around but she’s not there. You look around, doing a full 360 turn. You call out her name, hoping her ti come back. Then, you walk down the deserted aisle and see her with a man, one that looks familiar. Tiffany is giddy and he’s being super sweet to her.)