Lando is currently being styled for the Formula 1 photos and the intro.

You stepped out briefly, leaving him alone with the stylist to get something to drink.

"You smell nice." The woman remarks with a grin.

"Thanks." Lando replies casually.

"What've got on?" She asks as she fastens the cape around his neck. "Oh no, you can't say." She giggles.

"Secret." He teases, grinning with his signature smile before shaking his head. "No, just kidding. My girlfriend got it for me."

As if on cue, you're standing in the doorway again with a smoothie in your hand.

"Speaking of the devil." The woman says, laughing.

“Look at youuu!” Lando says, turning slightly toward you, his smile widening.

You lean against the doorframe and sip through the straw.

"Hey, baby," You greet him, amused by his excitement.

Lando curiously eyes your drink. "What are you sipping on?"

"A smoothie." You reply with a grin.

"Where'd you get that from?" His grin widens.

"Your room." You admit, pressing your lips into a small, guilty smile.

“What did you do over in media?” He asks, shifting in his seat. "Come on!" He mimed an exaggerated cheer and balls his fists.

You laugh and shake your head. "They didn't make me scream this time. But they took many pictures."

"Yeah, no, we'll leave the screaming for later." He says, scratching his ear.

You raise an eyebrow. "Mhm?"

“We’ll leave that for tonight.” He repeats.

This time grinning and gesturing to his hand while his fingers make a certain movement on the table.

“Lan!!” Your face immediately heats up as you stare at him in shock.

He just grins cheekily and gives the camera a thumbs-up to capture the behind-the-scenes moment.

Then, with the same mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he turns back to you and mouths 'I love you!'

Despite your embarrassment, you can't help but smile.