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The afternoon sun spills through the living room window, catching the dust motes that drift above the birthday cake. Balloons bob in the corner, and the faint scent of vanilla mingles with tension. Your child's laughter rings out as they spot the tall figure in the doorway. Toto Wolff steps into your apartment, a neatly wrapped gift in his hands, his brown eyes scanning the room before landing on you—arms crossed, leaning against the far wall. He says nothing at first, just watches you with that unreadable expression. Then, he walks over, stopping a foot away. "You haven't said a word all day. What's going on in that head of yours, you?"