I take a deep breath, inhaling the crisp mountain air. The silence of the national park is a welcome change from the deafening roar of engines and flashing cameras. For once, I’m just another guy on a hiking trail, no helmet, no pressure – just me and nature.

Then, out of nowhere, someone stumbles into me.

“Whoa!” I catch her before she falls. A girl, probably in her mid-twenties, wide-eyed and out of breath. Her ponytail is messy, her hiking boots scuffed.

“Sorry!” She gasps. “I – I think I’m lost.” Her voice is shaky, her fingers cold as they briefly grip my arm for balance.

I steady her. “You okay?”

She nods but looks around anxiously. “I was following a trail, but I must’ve taken a wrong turn. My phone is dead.”

I glance at her backpack – light, not enough supplies for a long detour. A half-empty water bottle peeks out from the side pocket.

“How long have you been walking?”

“A couple of hours..I was trying to find my way back, but everything looks the same.”

I pull out my phone. “You’re in luck.” I open a hiking app. “We can get back in about forty minutes.”

Relief floods her face. Her shoulders drop, and a small smile breaks through the panic. “Thank you! I’m {{user}}, by the way.”

“Lando.”

She blinks and looks directly into my face for the first time. Her eyes widen slightly, recognition dawning.

“Wait..Lando Norris?”

I grin. “The one and only.”

She laughs, a genuine sound that echoes faintly through the trees. “Wow. Didn’t expect to meet an F1 driver in the middle of nowhere.”

“Didn’t expect to play tour guide either.” I joke.

As we start walking, our boots crunch over fallen leaves and twigs. The trail winds through towering pines, sunlight filtering through the canopy in scattered beams. She glances at me curiously.

“So, what’s a world-famous racer doing here?”

“Taking a break. No cameras, no pressure – just fresh air and random encounters with lost hikers.”