today was your birthday.

of course, though, you couldn’t just expect anybody to remember. It was a race week and there'd been a problem with the car the week before, and everyone was already stressed as is.

you were slowly finishing up some paperwork, extra done since you had time. Mostly everyone had left the garage and hospitality. It was late but you were in Italy, it was a nice night, it was beautiful. You were even happy. Slightly.

You did wish that you could at least spend it with someone though. yet, when you heard knocking on your office door, you didn’t expect it to be lando out of all people. he was a driver. He was nice and whenever you two did cross paths, he was either polite or just a little teasing. But you two weren't... close.

You didn't even realise he definitely knew your name, let alone your birthday.

still, here he was now at 10pm: a party hat (that was way too small) over his curly hair and a messy cupcake in his hand.

“happy birthday.” he spoke, a small lopsided grin on his face.