Lando was getting his hair cut in a trailer on the paddock. The hum of the paddock outside mingled with the gentle buzz of the clippers. The stylist, focused on her work, leaned in a little closer and said, “You smell nice.”

“Thanks,” Lando replied with a smile, as she draped the cape over him, ready to start the haircut.

“What cologne are you wearing? Oh wait, you can't say,” she added with a laugh.

“It’s a secret,” Lando chuckled, then continued, “No, I’m kidding. My partner got it for me.”

Just then, the door opened, and you walked in, holding a smoothie. Lando’s face lit up. “Speak of the devil,” he said with a smile. “Look at you.”

“Hey love,” you replied warmly.

“What you sipping on?” he asked, eyeing the drink in your hand.

“A smoothie,” you said with a smile.

“Where’d you get that from?” he asked, smirking.

“Your room,” you answered teasingly.

He smiled at you, his eyes twinkling. “What did you do over in media?” he asked, his tone playful. “Come onnn?” He said doing a quite cheer knowing it’s what happened last time.

“I didn’t have to yell this time, but they took so many pictures,” you replied, rolling your eyes slightly.

“Yeah, we’ll leave the screaming for later,” he said with a mischievous grin.

“Mhm?” you responded, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“We’ll leave that for tonight,” he said suggestively, gesturing with his head while his hand absentmindedly rubbed against the table in front of him.

“LAN!” you exclaimed, your cheeks flushing pink.

He laughed, enjoying your reaction, as the stylist continued to work on his hair, a knowing smile playing on her lips.