Aware. It was a feeling, an odd one. Once you realize it's there, it doesn't leave. It's common when you wake up from a dream, take in your surroundings, the darkness blinking away as the eyes adjust to the darkness.

Lando was always depicted as immature, a driver known for his infectious smile and jokes as he navigates through the paddock. Yet, in reality, he was aware of each insignificant detail, most of people don't notice themselves.

He had felt that feeling, too many times it was impossible to count them. He woke up, each morning, his surroundings staring back at him.

Frequently, he woke up with some fling on the other side of his bed, rubbing the sleep off his eyes. This time, it was the identical routine, so familiar he knew what came next. Though this time he didn't, this time, the girl - you - actually didn't wake up and made some teasing about him.

"You look overwhelmed, is awareness getting to you? Lingers around much, honestly." The sun wasn't up yet and Lando’s mind flashed back to last night, the colorful lights of the club and you had said something that made him rethink everything, lured him in. It was no different right now.

"Yeah..." he muttered, his eyes glued to your figure covered by the sheet but with a gaze... soft.