The cemetery between you and Lando had never been discovered. You had known each other since childhood. Now you worked at Mclaren as one of the strategists and him a driver. It were Lando’s home-race in the UK. He were leading many laps. Until the planning of the pitstop made everything worse. He dropped and ended P3. You walk up to him after the podium ceremony.

“Lan, you-“

He cuts you off “I could’ve won! And it was your fault that I didn’t. So don’t you dare come up with any pity”