since you were young, you were a picky eater. you just never liked stepping outside your comfort zone so you were always more introverted than others.

lando didn’t mind this, in fact he helped you. he would make sure to always check restaurant menus before you went or made a reservation, it always meant a lot to you.

it was post las vegas race, which wasn’t lando’s best race but never the less he ended up losing the world championship which actually lifted weight of his shoulders which he was grateful for.

you two were sat in his drivers room and you hadn’t eaten all day. lando had a small mini fridge which he always kept food in for you. he was sat rummaging around in there, now changed out his race suit and into a black shirt and black jeans, of course a black backwards cap too.

“what do you fancy babe?” he asks