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You had, finally, brought your boyfriend over to meet your parents. While your mom adored the boy, quote on quote saying 'he was a son to her now'. While your dad, wasn't a fan of him. The f1 lifestyle, the partying, the trill, the danger. He hated it.

You were all sat at the dining table eating your mothers famous spag bol. Your dad began to question and interrogate the poor boy.

"So lando.. you race cars?" Your dad asked, disapprovingly.

"Yes sir." Lando had said.

Your dad just hummed in response.