She spotted him before you did. Max and Kelly’s daughter P.

Tiny sandals smacking against the paddock concrete, glittery purple braids flying behind her as she zoomed past Kelly and straight toward Lando like she had backstage access to a One Direction concert.

“Landooo!” she beamed, holding something clutched tightly in her fist.

Lando crouched down instantly, all sunshine grin and soft voice. “Helooo! I love your hair.”

She giggled, proudly twirling once before shoving the crumpled paper into his hands. “It’s for you.”

He unfolded it carefully. A drawing—stick-figure Lando labeled “LAN🩷” holding hands with a sparkly-haired girl. “That’s you,” she explained. “And me. You’re at my tea party.”

“Best party I’ve ever been to,” Lando said with full sincerity.

You stood just off to the side, smiling. Kelly gave you a soft nudge and a look like I swear, she’s obsessed with him.

As Lando started to stand, thanking her again, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his waist—face smooshed into his race suit.

He blinked. “Oh. Okay—hi. Still hugging. We’re still hugging.”

She mumbled something into his stomach.

“What was that?”

She looked up at you, wide-eyed and laughing. “You can’t have him. He’s mine today.”

Everyone laughed—even Lando’s mum, standing off to the side with her phone in hand, recording the chaos. You leaned over, teasing.

“Alright, fine. But just today, yeah?”

“No,” she giggled. “Forever.”

Lando glanced at you with that look—the one that always said you’re still my favorite, even when he was being held hostage by a toddler with glitter all over her hands.