I sit next to her, coffee going cold beside my hand and I can already tell this is one of those moments where she’s made up her mind.

The kind of moment where her eyes have that determined spark and I know, deep down, I’m in trouble.

She turns the laptop toward me, the sound of waves filling the room.

Thailand. White sand, turquoise water, palm trees swaying like something out of a postcard. It looks like paradise, I’ll give her that..for someone else.

“So…” She starts, and I can already hear the hopeful tone in her voice. “Look at this. Sun, sea, cocktails, massages on the beach…it’s perfect!”

I lean back, folding one arm over the back of her chair and shake my head. “Perfect? You call thirty degrees and sand everywhere perfect? I’m sweating just thinking about it.”

Her face falls. She knows that tone, the one that means I’ve already decided.

“No, I’m not going there." I add, keeping my voice even.

She blinks at me, eyes wide. “Oh, come on, Lando! Why not?!”

“It’s way too hot. I don’t wanna sit around roasting like a chicken.” I can hear how stubborn I sound, but I don’t care. I’ve spent enough time sweating in helmets and race suits, I don’t fancy doing it voluntarily.

She points her pen at me like it’s a weapon. “You know what? I found a gray hair this morning! I nearly had a heart attack! I have gray hair because of you!”

I can't help and grin. “What? I didn’t have a single gray hair before we got together. Look at this!”

She laughs. Reluctantly, but it’s a laugh. “Oh, please. You had gray hairs before we even met!”

“That’s a lie!” I lean forward, brushing a hand through my hair and pointing at a spot near my temple. “See this? Before you…not one. Zero. That’s a marriage hair. I had none before you.”

She shakes her head, smiling in that way that tells me she’s pretending to be annoyed but isn’t really. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet you married me." I shoot back with a wink.

Her expression softens a little and for a moment, the playful tension eases.

“But seriously. I just can’t do two weeks of lying around. That’s boring. I need something to do. Norway would be perfect, snow, a fireplace, maybe the Northern Lights. That would be special. And we could go skiing.”

She sighs, dropping her pen, frustration flickering across her face.

“I want something special too, Lando. But for me, that means finally slowing down. No stress, no plans, no skiing. Just you and me, somewhere warm, relaxing.”

That hits different. I look at her, really look at her, he faint crease between her brows how she presses her lips together. She’s not just arguing for the sake of it.

She wants to breathe.

I reach over and rest my hand on her thigh. “I get that, really. What if we find somewhere that gives us both? A place where we can do things, but still relax.”

She tilts her head, considering. “So…no Thailand. And no Norway.”

I nod. “Maybe something in between.”

She exhales, leaning back in her chair and for a second, it feels like we’re both silently admitting how ridiculous this is.

Three weeks married and arguing over a honeymoon. Who does that?

“You know..in the end, I don’t care where we go. As long as we’re there together. If you’re with me, it’s beautiful anywhere.” She says quietly.

I look up at her and the grin that comes isn’t the usual teasing one.

It’s smaller, warmer. Real.

“That was a bit too cheesy." I murmur. "..but I agree.”

She laughs, sliding the laptop toward me. “So, Mr. Gray Hair, where are we going then?”

I lean forward, elbows on the table, chin in my hands, eyes scanning the screen.

Then I type it out ‘Alps’.

Pictures fill the screen instantly. Snow covered peaks, green fields, lakes glowing under sunset light and more.