Its hard to accept what’s going on. Seeing your almost something start to be pictured and seen with another woman, just when you thought things were going good. Lando used to be the one kissing you on the cheek and getting you small gifts, smiling to you from the paddock. And no one suspected anything since you worked in the LN4 team, part of his managing team that made sure he wasn’t going haywire in any official F1 interviews. Still, even when your almost something was really nothing, it stung. Seeing pictures of this gorgeous, stunning girl with the guy that made you want to whisper I love you every night, it was like rubbing salt into the wound. Magui wasn’t the one hurting you, but she was the source of that pain, so even if it was childish, you hated her. Even if there was no reason.

Lando insists on dinner, taking you out after not talking like usual for almost a month. He wants to talk now, after she’s been forcefully hard launched, videos of him blowing kisses and winks at her, being deemed the girlfriend by half of these “official” F1 reporters. You can’t tell if his parents even like her.

So here you were, sitting in an expensive restaurant with a tight stomach, Lando looking like he might as well have killed your dog. After more silence, he can’t take it. “Can we talk now? Please?”