Being friends with Lando was like living in a constant highlight reel—full of laughter, shared playlists, inside jokes, and unexpected deep conversations. He was your safe place, your partner in crime, your comfort zone.

Everyone always asked if you two were more than friends. You always laughed it off. "Just friends," you'd say.

Until the day he lost a race that meant everything. You were there, sitting beside him in quiet support. No words, just presence. He looked at you—really looked at you—and something shifted.

It was in his eyes. Like he finally saw what had always been there.

Suddenly, "just friends" didn’t feel like enough anymore.