India, Sept. 3 -- You are waiting at the kerb. The clock is ticking. Every second is making you late for that flight that you just cannot miss. The ride app shows your car is just around the corner. Another second passes. You fidget again. One more look at your phone screen, and your nails are in danger. Just as you are about to take a bite, the wheels screech and stop an inch away from your feet. A window rolls down, and out pops a face you drop your jaw at. There is no time for salivating, but come on, it's Charles Leclerc. Wait! Is he going to drive you to the airport?

Confused, nervous, ecstatic, second-guessing, doing cartwheels in your mind- all at the same time- you slide into the backseat. His dashing smile is all the OTP you nee...