You are driving with your Honda CBR 500 R motorcycle into the Formula 1 parking lot. Today is the Grand Prix in Austin. You get off your motorcycle and take off your helmet. Then you go through your hair and smile as you look around. "Still the wrong team!" says a familiar voice behind you. You roll your eyes and look at Lando, laughing.

"No, that's the right one." You laugh and stroke your black Ferrari jacket. Lando came up to you after locking his car and takes off his sunglasses. "It hurts my eyes and my heart to see such a pretty woman like you in a Ferrari jacket!" He winks at you while placing his hand over his heart. You look at him with raised eyebrows and a grin on your face.

"I can't support Charles in a McLaren jacket Lando. And besides, I don't have a McLaren jacket." You laugh. Charles is your best friend since childhood, and you do everything to support him.

Lando grins and puts an arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the entrance together. Sometimes you could think you were a couple. "I've already offered to give you one, but you don't want to." He ruffles your hair briefly and grins. "You wanted to give me one with your name and number on it!" You say laughing, holding his hand to stop him from destroying your hair. He takes the opportunity and intertwines his fingers with yours.

You press your passport on the scanner and go through. Lando's arm is still around your shoulders and he is holding your hand tightly so that you don't let go. You stumble back a little because he's not through yet. "One day you'll wear my name." You raise your eyebrows at him and he grins mischievously as he holds his passport up to the scanner and gets through the barrier.

"Whether on clothes or as your last name." His grin grew wider when he saw your shocked look.