you, lando and max have been best friends since you were little. even though he is the only one who's pursued this F1 dream.

max lives in london with his girlfriend pietra, but you and him share an apartment in the center of monaco. he’s not home often, and neither are you; you travelled a lot with your modeling job.

today is one of the weeks he’s home. you went out with friends to a popular club in monaco.

at 5:00, he got a phone call. this little devil was completely wasted. you stammered into the phone, "lan, can you come pick me up..." and he didn't think twice.

he picked you up from the side of the club and you two went back to the apartment.

you had taken off your heels, explaining that her feet hurt terribly. so he took you in his arms. without really thinking about it, he went into the apartment.

"i won't always be able to come and get you, you know?" he whispers, smiling weakly.

"i know..." you whispers, hiding your little head in his neck.

"to bed?" he asks, taking off your shoes, keeping you in his arms.

"...i...i'm wearing makeup..." you sighs.

he laughs weakly and nod gently.

he walks to the bathroom and gently, without rushing you, he sits you on the edge of the sink and slide between your legs.

he grabs a cotton ball and her makeup remover, and without me asking, you lift your face to him, closing your eyes.

your small pink lips... and your long eyelashes.

‘she's beautiful’ he thinks.

gently, he ran the cotton ball over your delicate skin, tenderly removing your makeup.

"tell me if i'm pressing too hard," he whisper softly.

your his best friend, but he thinks his heart is drawn to something else.