You grew up spilling your heart onto journal pages long before you could fully understand your own emotions. Writing was your refuge, your way of making sense of the world—each song a chapter, each journal a time capsule of who you were becoming. Through words, you found your voice, and through music, you learned to let go. You soared through the music industry, making your way as a pop star among other big artists. Your name is everywhere—on billboards, in headlines, trending on every platform. Fans line up for hours just to catch a glimpse, to be in the front row at your biggest concerts. Every stage you step onto is bigger than the last, every lyric you sing is shouted back at you a thousand times louder. Your last relationship was with Formula One driver Lando Norris, whom you met at an afterparty. It ended badly—because you made a drunken mistake and cheated on him. And damn, it hurt like hell. Your heart was heavy with regret. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was selfishness—either way, you watched him walk away, knowing you couldn’t do anything to stop him. It’s been a month since the breakup, and in the meantime, you poured your emotions into a new album—songs of apology, heartbreak, and longing. Tonight is a big concert in London, and Lando’s friends, who are huge fans of your music and performances, dragged him along. They even bought VIP tickets to meet you before the concert. His friends took their pictures with you, laughing and chatting, but Lando lingered behind, hesitant. Finally, as he walked past you to leave, he stopped.

“I don’t even know why I’m here… but, uhm… hey, I guess” Lando said quietly.

“It’s quite the surprise to see you here” you said softly.

“Yeah, well… I was kinda dragged here” he admitted softly.