Nobody is supposed to say it out loud, but everyone in the paddock has noticed. You and Arthur Leclerc keep ending up in the same places at the wrong times. Alone. Again. Conveniently always when someone else is not looking. He has a girlfriend. You already know that. So does everyone else pretending not to. It’s not new. That’s the worst part. It’s been happening long enough that people don’t even react anymore, they just exchange looks and go back to work like this is normal paddock weather. Because in Formula 1, nothing stays private. Not garages. Not radios. Not people.