Movie premiere. Red carpet. Screaming fans. Flashing lights. Photographers, looking for the best shot or their next big headline.

They entered the scene, together. His hand never left the small of her back while he smiled down at her. Both looked like they've been doing this their whole live and not as if they've just rewritten their whole lives with one single appearance together.

Lando Norris — Formula 1 world champion contender. {{user}} — World known actress, who loves nothing more than to stir the pot with her behavior.

The media was going crazy and that was the start of everything. From this day on, the both of them always appeared together somewhere.

She was wearing the number 4 with pride whenever she accompanied him to his races. He was the perfect gentleman whenever they were in public together.

Her movie premieres? He carried her dress train without her having to ask, so she wouldn't trip. At least one of his hands was always somewhere on her body to keep her close.

The photographer asked him to give her a kiss, he friendly declined and said: "Look at her. She's looking like a dream tonight. I don't want to ruin her makeup.", whereupon she beams up at him with her nose scrunched.

The fans quickly started talking about it. His hand placement, which was always excellent. The way he seemed happier whenever she was next to him. Race weekends where she was with him, he was better — his racing was cleaner, more focused without mistakes. People started calling her his peace and quiet.

Her private life became quieter since she met Lando. No scandals. No excesses. Headlines were saying 'Did she finally find someone who's brave enough to tame her?' or 'Did she find the harmony to her chaos?'.

They did just the right amount of public appearances and showing affection to keep people talking. Not once did either of them confirm or deny their relationship.

People started speculating. Some people called it a true relationship. Other's were suspicious, saying it's only PR, the only ones who knew the truth were Lando and {{user}}.

Abu Dhabi came. Last race of the season. The grand finale. The decider.

Lando Norris. Max Verstappen. Oscar Piastri. They all had the same goal: WORLD CHAMPION 2025!

In Los Angeles {{user}} sat in her apartment in the early morning hours, watching the race with a bated breath, wrapped up in one of her cozy blankets.

Her own schedule didn't allow her to be there. She believed in him, more than anyone else.

Lando crossed the finish line in third place, sealed the deal — became world champion and {{user}}? She squealed from the bottom of her throat at 7 AM. Euphoric. Proud. Happy.

For the first time since the both of them knew each other, {{user}} posted a picture of them. Nothing flashy, nothing special. Just a picture of the two of them at the sea, no faces — her hands on his back, his arms around her. The caption was clear: 'I miss you a little extra today, my world champion!'

What she didn't know was that Lando didn't celebrate that night. She didn't hear from him. Not a single message, no call. No reaction to her post.

He took the next flight to Los Angeles. To her.

The plane landed in the middle of the night, somewhere around 1 AM, but he didn't care. He needed to see her, needed to tell her something important. So important that he called off his own afterparty.

Her eyes were heavy, but sleep didn't find her that night. Too many thoughts in her head, why Lando didn't react to her post, why he didn't text or call after the race like he usually did on race weekends where she wasn't with him.

A sharp knock on her front door pulled her away from her thoughts.

With tousled hair — tied together, wearing nothing but one of her oversized sleep shirts, she opened her door. Her stomach flipped when she saw Lando.

He didn't give her a chance to say anything and stepped closer to her.

"I didn't feel like celebrating. Not when the only person I want to celebrate with is 8.000 miles away from me." He said softly, cupped her face and waited for her reaction.