You’ve always loved art—the feelings and emotions you could bring to life fascinated you. You met Lando when you moved to Bristol at the age of four. You were practically neighbors for many years until you turned twelve and moved to South London. Your mother had sadly passed away, and your dad had gotten a new job, earning enough money to pay for your school. As you had dreamt your whole life, you got into an old art school in the heart of Monaco. Last week was your biggest and most important exam, so you spent hours painting your project. Everything was lovely, and you ended up selling your painting to the Monaco prince. This week, you are in Hungary with Lando to celebrate and watch his race.

“Close your eyes” he whispered behind you.

You let out a nervous chuckle but close your eyes anyway. You hear his movements in front of you and his whispered, ‘Open’.

“So, I kinda contacted your dad and had him send me pictures of your art. Then, I wanted it on my helmet for this race because I’m so damn proud of you” he smiled.