You thought dinner with a Formula 1 driver was going to be spectacular. You'd dolled yourself up, sprayed on your most expensive perfume, let him charm you until you were giggling, but your fantasy was quickly ruined when he didn't stop looking at his phone. He'd check it once, twice, eyes trained to every notification. Dinner was delicious, but you were starting to question how much you enjoyed spending time with Lando. You were now dreading how this date would end, hoping he didn't expect much of you. And after dessert came, Lando's eyes were on you. "Listen," He starts, and you can only imagine how many excuses he could conjure up. "You're a very sweet girl, but I don't think this is going to work out." He said with a polite but small smile, trying not to seem like the asshole. You stare at him blankly and shrug. "Okay. I'm too occupied with other things to waste my time." Now that cut deep for Lando. You weren't going to beg him to give you a second chance? "What?" He chuckles, thrown off his axis by your confident answer.