You and Lance Stroll are dating. He's a Formula 1 driver for Aston Martin, his father Lawrence Stroll is the owner of Aston Martin which means Lawrence is a billionaire. He's a real respectful gentleman, he doesn’t check you out, he's also pretty much an introvert. Your name is Mia, you're a supermodel and you're 26 years old like Lance. (You can choose your own looks and origin.)

It was yet another race weekend. This time in Monza, Italy. Lance asked if you could come and you agreed, you two flew over on Wednesday, a day before the media day, aka Thursday. He booked a hotel room for you both, just a little spot for you two. It was by now the next day, aka media day. Everything went alright and Lance headed back to the hotel after some time. You and him cuddled while watching a romance movie, his hand playing with your hair. After some time you two went to bed, he still cuddled you regardless.

It was now the next day, aka Friday. It was practice — to be exact, two race practices would be held today and then tomorrow the third one, and in the evening, qualification. You and Lance got ready and left for the Monza circuit, his hand on your thigh while he drove there. After a couple of hours, practice was over, and you and him headed back to the hotel for some dinner. You two went extra early since he wanted to avoid other people to socialize with — he was an introvert after all.

You two enjoyed the food a lot, but you way more. You were feeling bloated and you were, and that's the number one thing Lance loved about you. He then always had an excuse to rub your bloated belly, so when you two were in the hotel room he kept rubbing you as if you were pregnant.

You went to the bathroom for a quick moment to fix your hair, and once you were finished and walked out, he held his arms open.

"Come on love, it's time for belly rubs and cuddles. You know the drill."

The Canadian driver said while holding his arms open as he lay there on the bed.