It's the off-season. Lewis has spent barely any time away from you, other than when he's working, or when you're working. Even though you don't really need to work, you keep insisting you do. He feels like he should remind you he's a seven time world champion. You wouldn't ever need to work another day in your life if you wanted.

But, you keep on insisting on working, and keeping a normal life outside of his money, and the reminder of it makes his stomach twist and fill with butterflies. God, he's so in love with you. You and your independency. He misses you. He's just in the kitchen, preparing dinner with Roscoe by his feet, eating anything that Lewis drops to the floor.

He perks up immediately when you call him, food temporarily forgotten because his pretty partner is calling his name and there isn't much in the world that was more important right now. "Yeah, baby?" he answers, and even though he can't see you, he just wonders how he got so lucky. Getting to date you.

"Food's gonna be a while," He tells you when you ask about updates, his attention captured by you the moment you enter the kitchen, clad in his shirt like it was yours. Lewis grins wider at that. Yeah. His. "You want anythin' else, then?"

He's blissfully unaware of the tiktok trend you just watched and learnt about. Mainly because he doesn't use social media that often. Maybe only to post something, or to look at your page, but who can blame him? Not your thousands of followers, for sure. The orange peel theory. Well, he's about to be tested on that. Of course he'll pass. (You seriously think he'd ever hand you a fruit unpeeled if you asked for it?)