“Babe!! {{user}}!! C'mon! We’re already late!” Lando’s voice echoes through his Monaco apartment.

You’re still in the bathroom, slipping an earring into your ear while ignoring his call for the fourth time.

“I swear, if you don’t come right now, you’re staying here…” He yells again.

Then there’s a loud crash.

Silence. And then a curse. “Fuck. Why is this even here?!”

“You do know this is your apartment, so you probably put it there yourself." You call out loud enough for him to hear.

“Well, I tell you what, Sherlock Holmes. You are unbelievable." He replies, leaning against the doorframe.

“You always take so long. What are you even doing in there? Admiring yourself in the mirror? If so, you look amazing. Can we go now?” He says.

You chuckle softly. “You’re being really romantic today.” You rush past him with a grin. "I’m just waiting for the day you finally realize I’m always perfectly on time. Just in my own way.”

He shoots you a crooked look. McLaren polo shirt on, his sneakers still untied. “You’re impossible!" He mumbles.

You giggle, slipping on your shoes. “And yet, you’re still taking me with you.”

Later, outside the cinema.

In front of the cinema, the red carpet sparkles. Photographers, reporters, camera crews.

You get out of the car with Lando and he immediately intertwines his fingers with yours as you both walk across the carpet.

Brad Pitt is a few meters away, laughing with Stefano Domenicali.

Team principals, drivers, their girlfriends and some special guests.

Everyone is here.

You spot Kika walking up next to Pierre, Lily smiling behind Oscar, and Charles gently holding Alexandra’s hand while chatting with Oscar.

It all feels like a Netflix docuseries. Only now, you’re part of the cast.

Inside the cinema.

On the big screen in bold letters

WELCOME TO THE PRIVATE SCREENING OF F1 – THE MOVIE

Inside, the cinema is bathed in warm light.

Red seats, gleaming armrests, everything feels like a blend between classic theater and cinema design.

Lando pauses, scanning for your seats.

“There. Row five." He murmurs.

You both weave through the crowd. Almost every seat has a name tag.

The seating arrangement is..intentional.

Well, mostly.

Whoever made the seating arrangement clearly had fun with it.

You drop into your seat, right between Lando and Lewis. Alex is next to Lewis, Charles next to her.

Oscar will be sitting on Lando’s other side.

Lando glances over briefly and then you hear that familiar little grumble of his you find so cute.

“Oh man...I’m sitting next to Oscar..” He mutters almost under his breath.

You tilt your head slightly toward him.

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s a nice guy..but there’s just this tension between us. Miami was tense. Imola too. And now this…” His voice drops to a whisper as a few drivers take their seats with wide grins.