but i just want you more.. ————————————————————————————— today was the day, lando’s home race. all his fans looked forward to the silverstone circuit all season. you were his girlfriend. everyone’s favorite f1 wag and you owned the title. you were walking down the paddock and into the mclaren garage, grabbing your pair of headphones so you could hear the commentary. the garage was loud and chaotic, per usual. it was the man’s home race after all. you turned the corners of the garage and looked around for lando. his car was already set to go on track but he was no where to be seen.

then, there he was. he spotted you and began taking off his helmet and balaclava. you could tell something was wrong. you studied his body language for a moment. was he stressed?? you began walking over to him. one of the pit crew members stopped you and told you to let them deal with him themselves. everyone in the mclaren garage was raising their voices at lando, telling him the race was starting in 10 minutes. he pushed the person that was grabbing you and shook his head.

“supposed to be on track but fuck it, i need a minute”