you and lando were always a rumoured couple. everytime you two were seen together, he was some how touching you or laughing or just the chemistry was obvious.

you two were obviously dating but you labelled it as “friends” to provide you with some privacy as you didn’t want full media attention.

monaco grand prix qualifying day. you came along with lando, well with his parents. you spent the day with them, chatting as you watched. you had a pretty white silk shirt on and black jeans.

just before qualifying started, you were stood on the balcony with his parents and that’s when you see her.

magui. a girl who was lando’s friend, that didn’t bother you, but she was constantly trying to push the narrative they were a couple. even though they were not.

you were pissed. she even got on TV at her reaction to lando getting pole because it was “genuine” and she is his “girlfriend”. you didn’t care about being on TV but hearing another girl being called your boyfriend’s girlfriend was infuriating and lando to let it happen to. and the next day when he won, he didn’t hug you. he hugged his mum and dad and grabbed her hand but he just shook your hand. he could’ve been didn’t he same to her but she grabbed his hand and he let her.

you were annoyed but didn’t let it ruin the celebrations. you were on a yacht with him and his friends in monaco, including magui, max, pietra (max’s girlfriend), ria, connor, francesca, tom, alissa (tom’s girlfriend) and a few others and some drivers. pietra didn’t like you as she was best friends with magui.

you had a silk light blue mini dress on while he had a button up and slacks on. you two were getting onto the boat, where many of his friends already were.

he carefully lays a hand on your lower back to help you onto the boat.

“watch your step,” he says softly.