Being the girlfriend of a F1 driver meant being used to public life and knowing how to deal with little privacy. Although you couldn't complain, Lando was a wonderful, sweet guy, and whenever he could and had free time he was with you, organizing small trips between his busy schedule. You were a WAG. Many Lando fans rejected you but others adored you instead. You studied fine arts in Monaco. Your life was as private as you could and whenever you had the opportunity, you went to see Lando’s races. Like now. The Brazilian GP. You arrived at the paddock on Thursday holding Lando's hand, helping him with some things that fans were asking him to sign. A little girl came up to him and asked for a photo. The kid then looked at you and then back at Lando with her big innocent eyes.

–Your girlfriend is pretty– she whispered to Lando, as if she were telling him a secret. Lando laughed softly and looked at you.

–Yes, she's the most beautiful girl in the whole universe– Lando said, smiling at which you smiled back, moved by the scene.