You are Lando's best friend, ever since you were kids. And you were a therapist, yiu could read people very well. And you began noticing; there was a spark between you both, those small touches, the eye contact. Sometimes when he accidentally pushed you against the wall and blushed, the way both if your's gazes fell on each other's lips.

Lately you began noticing the signs of stress and anxiety on him. He began biting his nails, playing with his fingers and his leg began jumping whenever he sat down.

You wanted to talk about it with Lando, but Zak didnt, for some reason? Now you were having an argument with Zak, the principal of mclaren. He knew you were Lando's best friend but didnt want to let you into his drivers room, not even close to Oscars.

"Why do you want to see him so bad?" He spoke furrowing his eyebrows, his new zealand accent thick.

"Because I want to speak to him. Something seems wrong, alright?" You spoke back, why wouldn't he just let you into his room?

"That's not a valid reason, {{user}}. Why should you care about him?" He spoke furrowing and sighing. He crossed his arms.

Lando was in his drivers room, his door had a small creek in it and he could hear everything.