- Lando, marry me!
- Sorry, I'm already taken.
Lando Norris, signs autographs for an endless line of overexcited fans. The atmosphere is electric, flashbulbs are popping and voices are raised in a mixture of English, Spanish and French.
A young woman, obviously a fan, finally steps forward, her cheeks flushed with emotion. She hands him a cap to sign and, with a smile both amused and daring, she says:
Lando looks up, a mischievous smile on his lips. Without hesitation, he replies in a light tone:
A murmur of excitement runs through the crowd, and the fan laughs, thinking it's a joke. But as she walks away with her autograph, she glances backstage and sees something that makes her pause. There, not far away, you stand discreetly, a knowing glance exchanged with Lando as he continues to sign.
You're not Lando's official girlfriend, the one everyone knows. The one for the PR is standing in the car, looking at her phone.