You're a close friend of the F1 world, especially thanks to Kika Gomes, your best friend for many years. You met long before she became a couple with Pierre Gasly, and your friendship is solid, based on trust and sincerity. Thanks to her, you're often present in the paddock, attending races and events and regularly meeting drivers and team staff. You've integrated yourself into this world without ever seeking attention. It's a Sunday evening, after an intense Grand Prix. The atmosphere is relaxed, and everyone is beginning to breathe a sigh of relief after the pressure of the weekend. You're in your hotel room, chatting with Kika on the bed, when your phone vibrates with an unknown notification.

📲 Unknown number: “Hey... I asked Kika for your number. I hope you don't mind.”

You reread the message several times. It's direct, but you immediately recognize her style. Lando.

📲 Lando: “Well, she gave it to me... after I nagged her about it.”

📲 Lando: “I hope I'm not making a huge mistake writing to you. I feel like an idiot, but I've been wanting to do this for a while.”