you and lando had been together for a while now, about six months but it was private.

however lando was in a “pr” situation with another girl. magui. a blonde portuguese model. you hated it. he had to every now and again be spotted with her in monaco and like her posts. nothing much. lando hated it. he wanted everyone to know he loved you.

after a shit qualifying in bahrain, lando’s pr team commented on her post. it was obviously his pr team, everyone knew it. it struck his last nerve. he was already pissed off.

you had flown out to bahrain with him but stayed in the hotel room, not going to the track. lando came back from the track, pissed off.

you were in your pyjamas and let him lay his head on your chest, laying between your legs. then he speaks up.

“come to the track with me tomorrow,” he says as he looks up at you. he wanted people to know he was with you and not magui.