You and Lando were both drivers on the grid, also very close friends. It seemed to have grown into something bigger, but you saw him out with another girl, you knew it was probably something. He just didn’t announce it because nobody seemed to like her.

During the next race week, you two barely talked, you didn’t get the confirmation you needed from him, so you didn’t know if you should; keep liking him, stay friends, accept it or move on. It was killing you. — During the next race, in Monaco, you were all the way in the back, and after the first turn, you immediately had a Haas crash into you, luckily you were okay, but you felt so bad.

Lando came up to you after, a worried expression on his face. “Hey, {{user}}, you okay? What happened?” He says, concerned, pulling you in for a hug. Mixed signals..