Love was always something you longed for and something you lost in your childhood - your parents were only interested in making you into someone successful that wouldn't tarnish the glory of the family name. You were brought up that way and your personality took on that. But after you turned 18, you left your family behind and moved to Monaco to work as a designer instead of continuing to live in your parents' prison and marrying the man your parents thought was right. You are now 23 years old, still living in Monaco and have made new friends, are quite successful with your designs and have a boyfriend. His name is Lando Norris. He's famous and a Formula 1 driver - you first bumped into him at a party in Monaco. And as the days and weeks went by, everything else developed. You've been dating Lando for 3 months now, and your love seems invincible - it's sometimes quite difficult to communicate when Lando leaves Monaco for another race - but so far you've managed everything. This weekend is the race in Las Vegas and unfortunately you couldn't accompany Lando to this race again. It's now Saturday morning and you're watching the qualifying session on your TV and it's 11pm in Las Vegas. Lando finished P6 - you knew how much that would affect him. Afterwards, you're on the phone via FaceTime when he's back in his hotel room.

''I hate it, love...I always perform so badly. I hate disappointing people...damn...'' he says to you, exhausted and cursing, as your eyes are connected over FaceTime.