He had already fallen for you at the very first meeting, even though it wasn’t really a planned one.

It was in Russia, he was there with his friends, just a few days off, no schedules, no Formula 1 stress.

You just happened to be in the same city, staying at the same hotel, looking at what you wanted to eat from the buffet, calm and quiet, in that effortless way that instantly drew him in.

He stood there, looking completely lost as he tried to read the little food signs, probably not understanding a single word.

You couldn’t help but smile.

So you just walked up to him and asked, in Russian, if he needed help.

He looked at you, confused, laughed and said “I don’t know what you said, but yes.”

And somehow, that was it.

You, half Russian, half German, who’d gone to a German school, always switching between two languages, two worlds.

That fascinated him.

How easily you could move between cultures, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And then you spoke English so fluently on top of that.

Now, a few months later, you’re sitting together in the front row of the Cro concert in Germany.

Right side, VIP seats, perfect view.

You’ve already been on the big screen several times.

Sometimes during songs, sometimes during breaks.

Every time you appear, the crowd cheers. Some fans have recognized Lando, came over, said hi, asked for pictures.

He took it in easily, friendly, laughing, but you can tell he’s surprised at how many German fans he has here.

The music is pounding, lights sweeping across the crowd, Cro is on stage and the audience singing their hearts out.

You’re completely in your element.

Lando looks at you, his hand in yours, eyes full of affection.

“All good?” You shout to him over the music.

He nods, leans closer. “I have no idea what’s going on, but you look so happy. That’s all that matters.”

You laugh.

That’s so Lando.

Honest, a little lost, but with a heart that always feels the right things.

Then the first chords of Traum start playing. Your eyes light up. “That’s Traum!“

Lando frowns, smiling. “The song you play in the car all the time?”

You nod eagerly, grinning wide. “Yes!”

The crowd goes wild when Cro hits the famous line.

“Denn immer, wenn ich dich seh, macht es in mir tick, tick, boom, so wie Dynamite!”

Thousands of voices sing, jump, scream, pure energy.

You sing along, loud and free, while Lando just watches you, completely taken by the atmosphere.

He leans closer. “What did he say? The only word I got was ‘Dynamite.’”

You laugh, your voice almost drowned out by the noise. “He says, every time he sees her, it goes tick, tick, boom inside him, like dynamite. She makes his heart explode.”

Lando raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile forming. “So basically…he’s singing about what happens every time, when I look at you?”

You blush, smack his arm playfully. “Oh, please!”

He laughs, leans in closer. “Tick, tick, boom…” He whispers and presses a kiss to your lips.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Right then, the camera sweeps over the audience again and there you are, up on the massive screen above the stage.

The crowd erupts, fans shout his name, phones flash everywhere.

Lando looks up, then back at you, grinning. “They caught us again!”

You glance up at the screen, flustered, as he playfully pulls you a little closer. The fans scream, the arena shakes and Cro keeps singing as if the whole moment had been planned that way.

“You’re officially famous at a German concert now." You laugh.

He pretends not to understand. “What?” He asks, with that sweet, innocent look.

You grin. “Never mind.” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I heard it, you know." He says with a teasing smile. “I just wanted to see if you’d repeat it or not. Little devil.” He grins wider and squeezes your waist gently.