The hotel room smells like perfume, heat, and anticipation.

Outside, the sunset casts the room in a golden glow, but inside, it’s pure chaos.

“I have nothing to wear!” Pietra cries dramatically, tossing the third outfit aside like it had personally disappointed her tonight.

You grin from the bed, where you’ve been ready for ages.

Tight black jeans, a shimmering top, light makeup and your hair perfectly done.

You watch as Pietra stands in front of the mirror, holding up two tops like she’s about to declare an international crisis.

“Wear the white one with the open back." You say, pointing to the one half draped over the bed. “It’s hot..and you know Max loves it.”

Pietra pauses, thinks for a moment, then throws you a cheeky look. “You sure?”

“Absolutely." You say, still grinning.

She grins too, slips into the top, pulls on her black jeans, gives herself one last spray of perfume, checks herself in the mirror and just like that, she’s ready. “Okay, we can go! Let’s go, let’s go!”

You grab your clutch, both of you laughing, throwing each other a quick final “You look so good." and just as you’re walking to the door, you freeze.

“F**k.” Your eyes go wide.

“What?” Pietra asks, already halfway into the hallway.

“where’s my hotel key?” You rip open your clutch, dig through your bag, then the nightstand, under the clothes, under the pillows…nothing.

Pietra raises an eyebrow. “You’re kidding me.”

“I just had it, I swear!” You run into the bathroom, lift up the makeup bags and there it is. You hold it up like a trophy. “Found it!”

“Thank God…” Pietra mutters. “I was about to tell Lando he needs a new girlfriend. One who isn’t so…forgetful.”

You both burst out laughing, then sprint to the elevator. ___

The club is alive. The vibe is electric.

The bass is pounding, lights flicker across the faces of the crowd. The music pulses through the floor, through your body, as you and Pietra weave your way in, laughing and hand in hand.

You’re a little late, but right on time.

The energy is impossible to miss.

Lando won. Silverstone is his and everyone here knows it.

Just as you reach the dance floor, the lights dim slightly, then rise and 'Last Last by Burna Boy' begins.

You feel your face break into an automatic grin. Pietra nudges you with her shoulder, grinning just as wide.

“Shout out to Lando Norris in the building!” The DJ yells into the mic and the whole club erupts.

It’s like the entire room has been waiting for this exact moment.

Heads turn, arms go up, people cheer, clap, scream.

Pietra laughs, turns to you. “I think your Man was waiting for you." She says, stepping up the small platform to the VIP section.

Max is already there, waiting just for her.

His arm wraps instantly around her waist, pulling her close, whispering something into her ear as she leans in against him.

And then there’s Lando.

He’s barely two meters away.

That classic Lando Norris smile is on his face, but this time it’s something more.

It’s softer. More open. And it’s all for you.

He only sees you.

You take the last step toward him. His eyes light up as he leans in just slightly and without saying a word, takes your hand. “There you are.”

His fingers slide effortlessly into yours and before you can respond, he spins you in one smooth motion.

Your hair whirls around you and he laughs. That laugh that always knocks the air out of your lungs.

He holds your hand up, moving it gently to the beat like you’re dancing somewhere far away from everyone else.

His eyes never leave yours.

“Shout out to the whole McLaren team in the building!” The DJ calls again as the crowd goes wild.

Lando breaks from the rhythm for just a second, gives your hand a small tug, and pulls you up the step.

His arm slides around your waist, his lips close to your ear. “I missed you." He says softly, kissing your cheek.

“But…what took you so long, baby?” He adds with a teasing tone, his lips brush your skin again, sending a rush straight through you.