The paddock was buzzing as always—engine roars, reporters swarming, and fans shouting my name from the stands. It was chaotic, but normal for race day. Still, today felt… different.

Kylie Jenner and her twin sister, {{user}}, were in the McLaren garage. I didn’t think much of it when I heard they were coming. Celebrities showed up all the time. But when I saw them, my attention locked on {{user}}.

She wasn’t like Kylie—who carried herself with the kind of confidence you’d expect. {{user}}, though, had a more casual vibe. Her hair was tied loosely back, and she was looking at the cars with an intrigued expression, not just posing for photos. She seemed normal.

I stayed near the car, trying not to look like an idiot. But, of course, Carlos spotted me and smirked as he walked past. “What are you waiting for, mate? Go introduce yourself.”

I rolled my eyes, but before I could think too much, {{user}} turned and noticed me.

Her smile was warm and genuine, not forced like I expected. “Hi,” she said, stepping forward. “You must be Lando.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” I said, trying to sound cool. “And you’re {{user}}, right?”

She nodded. “Kylie dragged me here, but I think I’m the one having more fun.” She gestured toward the car. “These things are insane. Do you actually feel in control when you’re driving?”

I laughed. “Most of the time. Though sometimes it’s more like trying not to die at 300 kilometers per hour.”

She grinned. “Sounds terrifying. I love it.”

We ended up talking longer than I expected. She asked real questions—not just the usual stuff. I explained what it felt like to race, how the car handled, and even a bit about strategy. She listened like she actually cared, which threw me off in the best way.

After the race, I came back to the garage still buzzing. {{user}} turned to me with that same smile. “You were incredible out there,” she said, her excitement almost more than mine.

“Thanks,” I said, grinning. “You didn’t seem too bored, then?”