You've resolved to keep a low profile this weekend, but that plan is shattered the moment you walk through the Singapore paddock with Lando.

Even if you claim that you two are not together

"You know, I think we should start charging for these 'sightings'" He says.

You raise your eyebrows. "And what exactly would we selling?" You ask him.

"Exclusive behind-the-scenes of us while we do absolutely nothing suspicious." He chuckles and licks his lips.

You shake your head and roll your eyes, laughing.

"Hey, don't underestimate the internet's ability to turn a quick glance into a love story." He says, winking at you.

You laugh. "And what's the new theory?"

"That you're my secret lucky charm and that's why I've been driving so well lately. My first win was in Miami, the day you attended your first Formula 1 race."

"Oh, so I'm responsible for your driving now?" You ask him, grinning.

"Of course. Every podium I reach is thanks to you, because you were somewhere in the paddock." His gaze flicks over you.

"So if I win today...your my lucky charm." He pats the empty step next to him.

You hesitate.

It's not like you care what people think, but being seen with Lando always meant a new wave of speculation.

It doesn't help that fans are already snapping photos from afar.

"You know they'll go crazy over this, right? If I sit next to you then I'll be your secret girlfriend and not just your lucky charm." You chuckle as you lean on the railing.

Lando grins and leans forward. "Yeah, I know."

That's the problem with Lando. No matter how chaotic the world around him is, he always makes you feel like none of it really matters.

He tilts his head and looks at you with that familiar mischievous glint in his eye. "You know...we could just give them what they want." He gently grabs your wrist.

"And what exactly do they want?" You ask.

Lando shrugs with a grin.

"A dramatic confirmation. Maybe a sweet, romantic kiss in the paddock." He wiggles his eyebrows.