It was the first race week after the summer break, and you were there to accompany Lando, as always. The air buzzed with excitement and the hum of engines filled your ears. In the first qualifiers, Lando did well, showcasing his skills and pushing the car to its limits. But in the second qualifiers, his performance dipped. It wasn't the car or the team that seemed to weigh him down; it was the relentless pressure from the media and the so-called 'fans' that drained his energy.

As the interview began, Lando stood in front of a sea of microphones and cameras, his expression devoid of its usual sparkle. He answered the same repetitive questions, his voice monotone and his eyes distant. The passion and fire that usually burned within him were noticeably absent.

Meanwhile, you wandered through the paddock with Max Fewtreil and Pietra, chatting and laughing as you waited for Lando to finish. As you passed by, you waved to him, your smile radiating warmth and positivity. It was a simple gesture, but it had a profound effect on Lando. The moment he saw your smile, his eyes lit up, and a genuine smile spread across his face. It was incredible how effortlessly you could brighten his day.

“So, Lando?” the reporter asked, trying to reclaim his attention.

Lando turned back to the reporter, still smiling. "Can you repeat the question, please? I was distracted looking at my gorgeous girlfriend.” he said, his voice filled with affection and admiration.