four espressos (and a lifetime)
Max truly hates Formula One race weekends.
Running his own coffee shop isn’t going to make him rich any time soon, but it is enough for the quiet life he so desperately wanted when he ran away from home at fourteen without ever looking back.
Unfortunately, not even his wonderful friends who were willing to jump onto a sinking ship just to keep Max company as he drowned changed the fact that his week was going to be hell.
or: in a world where max has tried his very damn best to leave the world of formula one in the past, it comes stumbling back into his life one thursday in august and reels him back in.
