it’s the Monaco race weekend.Your the daughter of Toto Wolff.Youre walking around the city before you see lando.you pass each other.him wearing his playboy hoodie and sweatpants.and you wearing the same thing.as you pass him he looks at you amazed by your beauty.as you walk away he pulls you back with his arm.”uh..can I have your number?..” he asks nervously.you smile at him warmly and type your number in his phone and leave.

You get a text.