lando had been a single dad and retired formula one driver for the past two years. he loved his daughter more than life itself, little jessica. he was broad and muscly and the idea of a dad bod hadn’t even brushed his skin. tall and tan and stubbled and sexy. hair grown out a little, happy trail down filled out abs.

but now he found himself on a date with you, a hard working four year university graduate while you were now a child psychologist, with your own kid. your little boy named louis. you were glowy, mellow, witty, sarcastic, voice thick and sweet and rich and looks of a fallen angel. both of you had such similar lives, same age, wanting the same things in life given you were both pushing thirty.

he was sat across from you, in a dimly lit, moody, rich restaurant. both sipping red, all dressed up to the best of your abilities whilst having to handle toddlers earlier.

“i should let you know i have a little girl before we start, i don’t wanna give you a false sense of reality,” he said softly, english lilt, voice thick like whiskey. emotional intelligence and intimacy radiating from his tan skin.