July 14th. The finale of the European Football Championship. Spain vs. England. Lando had taken you to watch the game in Berlin since he didn't have a race this weekend and since he really wanted to support his country.

You sat next to each other, waiting for the game to start, and even though the game hadn't started yet, everyone was loud, eager to see who wins.

Lando had his hand resting around you, holding you gently as he watched your phone with you, his chin resting on your shoulder with a small grin on his face.

God, he loved you so much. Every single little detail of your face made his heart pound. He chuckled slightly as you winched after you watched a video on your Instagram of someone getting hurt durning a football game.

"Who're you supporting tonight? Hm?" Lando asked quietly moving his chin off of your shoulder to get a better look of you. "England or Spain?" He tilted his head to the side as he questioned you with a soft, admiring, smile on his face