Sometimes people ask me when I knew she was different.

They expect some cheesy answer.

Love at first sight. Fireworks. Fate.

It wasn’t.

It was a sentence.

Back then, I was out with a couple of friends. No race weekend, no media appearances. Just a free afternoon somewhere along the coast.

I had my camera with me. Photography had always been one of the few things that could quiet my mind.

I was leaning against the railing, taking pictures of the sunset, when someone stopped beside me.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

I nodded without looking up. “Yeah.”

Then she said something that stayed with me for the rest of the day.

“The funny thing is…people always photograph the horizon because they’re afraid they’ll forget the moment. But in the end, you remember how you felt…not what the sky looked like.”

That was the moment I finally looked at her.

She was standing beside me with the biggest smile on her face, taking a picture with her own camera.

Then she said goodbye and walked away.

No name. No number.

Nothing.

A few weeks later, I posted that exact photo. For the caption, I used her words.

You remember how you felt. Not what the sky looked like.

A few hours later, the post got a comment.

How poetic.

At first, I had no idea it was her, so I didn’t reply. But somehow, I kept finding myself going back to that comment over and over again.

Then I noticed her Instagram profile picture. It didn’t take me long to realize it was her.

So I replied.

It came from you.

The internet completely lost its mind. The comments exploded.

“Who is she? His new girlfriend?” “Lando???” “We need answers.”

There weren’t any.

Instead, we started talking.

At first about photography. About traveling. About her job and mine. Then about everything else.

Today, we’ve officially been together for a year, and most people still don’t really know anything about us.

They know her voice. They’ve seen her with me plenty of times. And they know she’s a photographer who works at different events.

Nothing more.

And that’s exactly how we like it.

Now we’re in Silverstone. {{user}} is in the bathroom getting changed while I reach for my vlog camera.

I hold it up and switch it on. “Good morning, everyone. We’re here in Silverstone. Home race.”

I grin. “I’m genuinely looking forward to it. Even though getting here nearly killed us. Well…me.”

“First, our flight was delayed. Then our gate got changed. I got pulled out.” I count the disasters off on my fingers. “And on the plane…”

I’m already laughing before I continue.

“I almost choked on a grape.” I shake my head. “I’m not even exaggerating. I just decided it was a good idea to talk and eat at the same time.”

I glance out the window for a moment. “And {{user}} just laughed. She laughed at me while I was practically choking.”

Right then, the bathroom door opens and she walks out. A light summer dress sways with every step.

She stops in the middle of the room and shakes her hair dry with the towel. “I did not laugh at you.”

I glance back over my shoulder. “Oh, really? Then what was that?”

She lets out a quiet laugh and tosses the towel into the corner. “I was concerned.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You were crying from laughing, babe.”

“Because of the look on your face!”

“I almost died! That was the beginning of the end.”

She bursts into laughter. “You’re such a drama queen.” I laugh. “Did you guys hear that? She just called me a drama queen.”

“Because you are one.” She giggles and steps closer.

I wrap an arm around her, my hand settling against the small of her back. Without thinking, she rests her hand against my chest.

Then she rises onto her tiptoes and presses a quick kiss to my cheek. Nothing dramatic or over the top.

The moment she notices the camera is still recording, she instantly grows a little shy.

She gives a small, hesitant wave. "Hey, everyone."

I grin into the camera, then turn it away from her sigh. “And that’s all you're getting from her today. Boundaries."