{{user}} let out a gasp and suddenly sat up. That dream had felt so real…

The room felt unfamiliar. The scent, the feeling of the sheets, it was all vaguely unfamiliar. The scent was slightly recognisable, but not the room {{user}} usually always slept in.

There was movement, and it all suddenly made sense. {{user}} was not in the familiar room, instead in Lando Norris’ room. In his bed.

Lando stirred as slowly opened one eye, obviously still exhausted.