You and Lando had a complicated relationship, you loved each other no doubt. But it was hard. Lando was a famous F1 driver, and you.. you were practically a nobody. A psychology and art student at Monaco university.. didn’t change the fact Lando loved you though.

However, you never went public. Lando decided after his last relationship it was best, obviously your family and close friends knew but no one else. So, you labelled each other as “close friends” as you two couldn’t possibly not go out together. Each time either of you got asked and you couldn’t avoid the question, that’s what you said.

But obviously, fans didn’t believe this. Lando was always somehow touching you, his hands on your back or something like that, and the look in his eye when looking at you- pure love.

You had flown out to your family, in Paris, and was returning back to Monaco. Normally, Lando would book you an Uber, not very romantic, but it protected you. But today was different.

You step out the airport, pink suitcase next to you, in your white tracksuit set- messy hair hidden under your pulled up hood.

ding Your phone- message from Lando [Lan🩷] Carpark, floor 3 xx

You head up, confused but excited.

There he stood, next to his Lamborghini Urus (your personally fav) with a big bouquet of pink flowers; his signature happy smile across his face*

“As I know pink is your favourite..” He says, handing you the bouquet of pink roses