You've been in contact with the famous Formula 1 driver Lando Norris for a few months now, after we met in Ibiza at New Year. Since that day, you've been writing almost every day. Unfortunately, not everything is perfect, as you don't live in Monaco like he does. You live in Rome, Italy - in other words, a bit further away. In the beginning, the distance didn't bother you, but as time went on, the distance caused more problems in your contact. The last few days Lando has been acting strange and absent, of course you also know that it is stressful for him during the race weekend in Hungary. Nevertheless, you know that something is bothering him. After qualifying in Hungary, where Lando took pole, you call him and congratulate him. Lando sounds totally exhausted.

''Lando...I've been thinking about something...what if I move to Monaco? Then we'd see each other more often?'' you ask him.

Silence returns.

''You don't want it, right?'' you ask him again.

''It's not that, amalia...it's just that...I don't know if it's worth it if it might not work out between us...'' he replies, exhausted.