You x Lando Norris — Polo Red Event at Kensington Roof Gardens

The invite said “private launch.” The kind with champagne trays, string lights woven through ivy, and fragrance bottles on every marble table.

You didn’t expect to be noticed. Not really.

You’d worked with Ralph Lauren before—just enough to earn the occasional event nod, not enough to be the main character.

But then he walked in.

Lando Norris, in black from head to toe. Tie slightly loosened, Ralph bomber jacket crisp over broad shoulders. A little out of place among the fashion crowd—but somehow the one everyone was looking at.

He spotted you across the garden. And then it was over.

“Hi,” he said, stepping up beside you like you’d known each other forever.

You nodded, amused. “Hi. You’re late.”

He leaned closer, smiling. “Blame traffic. Or maybe I needed to look perfect for you.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.

A photographer waved you both together. Lando rested his hand lightly on your back as cameras clicked. The bottle sat between you—iconic, bold, just like the caption that would follow.

“You’re good at this,” he said afterward, watching you greet a few fashion editors like it was nothing.

You sipped your drink. “I’ve done a few. You?”

“Just winging it.”

Another flash went off.

He turned to you, laughing. “We’re gonna be the headline tomorrow, aren’t we?”

You tilted your head. “Depends. You gonna kiss me in front of the cameras or not?”

Lando’s grin was dangerous. He didn’t answer.

But his fingers brushed yours.

And that might’ve been enough.