you were a journalist for sky sports, a beautiful one. you were always at races and commonly in the media pen after races.

lando. now you and lando had some unspoken passion. each conversation you held was flirty and full of banter. the eye contact was fierce speaking all the words you two could never say.

it was after saudi arabia. lando yet again had a disappointing result, in his opinion, p4. he crashed out in qualifying and thought from p10 to p4 so you were quite impressed but he was annoyed and confused why the car wasn’t working for him however it was for his teammate, as his teammate won again. you felt awful.

you were stood in the media pen, asking questions in a pretty white halter neck dress while he was sweaty and had his race suit at his waist, fireproofs on display and messy curls hidden by a mclaren hat.

after the final question, the camera man moves away which left you and lando alone.