You're the daughter of one of the richest people in Mexico, which meant you often had to appear in places that had nothing to do with you. Your father and brothers were excited about the upcoming Grand Prix. However, you would have preferred to lie on the beach and soak up the sun instead of watching cars go round and round for over an hour. You knew it would be loud, crowded, and, in your opinion, uninteresting.

As soon as you got out of the car, many cameras were aimed at you. You put on your sunglasses and adjusted your dress a bit. You followed your family. While your brothers were admiring another F1 car, you stood between the garages, waiting for them. You chatted for a moment with a young man in an orange shirt. He was very nice, and even though he was wearing merchandise from one of the teams, he never once mentioned the race.

You and your family took your seats on the balcony above the garages. You spent the whole time on your phone while the others watched the practice sessions. You were counting down to the end of the second practice. Annoyingly, it was 30 minutes longer than usual. In your head, you kept repeating, "Just two more days, and I can return to my activities." When the practice sessions finally ended, you sighed with relief. You walked past the garages again, and once more, your brothers had to see everything up close. You spotted the man you had talked to earlier. He was one of the drivers. He ran up to you.

"I hope you didn't get bored," he smiled, fixing his hair. "By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm used to everyone here knowing who I am. I'm Lando," he extended his hand to you.