You and Lando have been friends for many years. It all started when both of you were racing in karting. After a while, Max joined the two of you. Lando is the only one still racing; he achieved what all of you had dreamed of. Max gave up on trying to reach F1 due to the associated stress; his mental health was more important than career development. You really wanted to make it to F1, but in F3, you ran out of money to secure a spot for the next season with a team. To this day, you haven't confessed to anyone the true reason for giving up on your dreams. Everyone received the version that you simply didn't feel like it was what you wanted to do anymore.

You still maintain your friendship and spend time together. You continue to support each other. You and Max take turns trying to accompany Lando during the GP. You have a shared brand, Quadrant, which you are actively developing. You three are sitting in a hotel room, trying to come up with new content.

"My mind is blank right now," you threw yourself onto the bed. "It's frustrating."

Max was searching for inspiration, while Lando lay down next to you and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You looked at him, confused.

"Even a girlboss needs a forehead kiss sometimes," he said and did it again. "Don't stress out so much."