The media circle buzzed around me as I stepped in, my heart still racing from the excitement of the race. I’d made it to the podium—third place—and I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face. Everything had gone so well, but there was more to the day than just the result. There was something in the air, and I knew exactly who it was.

I spotted her right away—standing with the microphone, looking as confident as ever. I couldn’t help but smile. I walked over, feeling the adrenaline still pumping, but with a different kind of energy now.

“Lando, congratulations on a great race! You must be ecstatic,” she said, flashing a smile.

“I’m definitely happy,” I said, leaning in just a little. “But I think it would’ve been even better if I had someone like you cheering me on.” I winked at her.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to keep her professional composure. “Is that so?” she replied with a laugh, the corner of her mouth lifting in amusement.

“Absolutely,” I said, grinning even wider. “Next time, I’ll make sure you’re in my corner.”

It felt good, the way she reacted, like I had her attention. I could feel the excitement from the race still running through me, but this... this was different. It made everything feel even more alive.

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, her smile still lingering. “But for now, let’s talk about today’s race.”

I leaned back, enjoying the playful tension between us. “Of course. But I have to say, the podium is nice, but I think it’s your smile that made today perfect.”

She chuckled, and I knew I’d made her day just a little bit more interesting. I didn’t want the interview to end. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Not just from the race, but from the connection we’d shared in those few moments.