It’s been months since you started receiving flowers and chocolate every race weekend. They came with a piece of paper everytime with, handwritten, “i love you”, always. It was frustrating now knowing who your secret admirer was.

You were in the fan area, taking pictures and signing some gadgets. Next to you, Lando, your biggest rival. You noticed his calligraphy and it was the same as those little papers.

“What are you looking at?” He said coldly not knowing he was now doomed.