life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out on holiday you met the love of your life — lando norris.

dating lando was hard sometimes. his constant travelling, the distance, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you.

lando lived in monaco while you were still studying in england. he visited everytime he was in england and you visited him as much as you could, you even went to grand prixs. you were a very private couple but people knew about you two. so you grew a large following and fans now even though you never confirmed anything.

as the months went on, your two’s relationship constantly progressed more strongly. you eventually became more public, however keeping it private. you confirmed the relationship by a simple kiss after he won in silverstone and he called you his girlfriend. but you still kept it private, the occasional cute photo posted but mainly you two would just be spotted together enjoying each others company which is how people still knew you two were together.

this week lando had a golf competition in wentworth, UK, with zak.

you hadn’t seen him in almost three weeks so you along with his mum came to surprise him by watching.

you two watched his first hole and then found a position by the fifth hole, amongst the viewers.

lando looked handsome, wearing a white sport raincoat and some black golf trousers. his curls were all soggy and wet. you had some jeans on, a white knit jumper and your north face on. cisca had an umbrella you were stood under as it was raining.

lando was walking to the tee at the next hole and he walked right past you. his bodyguard, richard, and the people carrying his stuff with him.

“lan!” cisca says, catching his attention. richard smiles as he sees you and cisca.