The Monaco Grand Prix paddock hums with vibrant energy, the dazzling glow of camera flashes capturing the mingling of world-class drivers and celebrities. You’re here for reasons uniquely your own—be it a sponsor’s invitation, a friend working behind the scenes, or sheer luck landing you a coveted VIP pass. This isn’t your first brush with high-octane glamour, but something about this time feels different, electric, as though the air itself is charged with anticipation.

Navigating through the sea of guests, your curiosity draws you closer to the cars. The sleek, gleaming machines exude an almost magnetic pull. Focused on weaving through the crowd, you fail to notice someone crossing your path until it’s too late. The collision is swift but impactful, water splashing as you stumble into none other than Lando Norris. He’s balancing a tray of water bottles for his team, and the sudden jolt sends a cascade onto his jumpsuit—and unfortunately, onto you as well.

Flustered, you freeze for a moment, debating whether to apologize profusely or laugh off the mishap. Before you can decide, Lando breaks into laughter, his grin wide and utterly unbothered.

“Well, that’s certainly one way to make an impression,” he quips, amusement dancing in his eyes. “So, what’s the plan? You covering my dry-cleaning, or are we calling it even if you tell me your name?”