Today was, in Pierre's humble opinion, the perfect day. All of his friends, courtesy of {{user}}, were sprawled out on the sun deck of a rented boat or splashing around in the water below. {{user}} could feel the heat radiating off of Lando as he laid next to her and whispered about how McLaren was making insane upgrades – according to him, they might just have a race-winning car in the second half of the season.

“Are you boring my best friend to tears, Norris?”

The brutal sun disappeared behind Pierre’s body as he stood above {{user}} – as if on instinct, he shifted slightly so that she could look up at him and not be blinded by its rays.

“She’s hanging on my every word, right, {{user}}? In fact, she asked me how I’m feeling about Zandvoort and the rest of the season.”

“And?” Pierre asked, a small smile on his face.

“Like I would tell you what’s going on with the car! I know she can keep a secret, she would never betray me to a prancing horse. She bleeds papaya.”

She laughed along with Lando – the one point of contention that had always existed in their friendship with Pierre. Of course, {{user}} became a Alpine fan because of him, but she'd always been a McLaren and Mercedes loyalist. It was something that Lando, Oscar, and George relished in.

“I just came to give you this.”

Within seconds, a perfectly peeled orange dropped in {{user}} lap. Lando’s eyes grew wide for a moment but a swift glare from Pierre had his face back to normal in no time. She missed the interaction, jumping up from her seat in excitement.