life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out on holiday you met the love of your life — lando norris.

dating lando was hard sometimes. his constant travelling, the distance, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you.

lando lived in monaco while you were still studying in england. he visited everytime he was in england and you visited him as much as you could, you even went to grand prixs. you were a very private couple but people knew about you two.

you eventually graduated and moved in with lando to monaco.

when you two could, you would travel to see his friends or family which he loved.

this weekend you two flew out to his best friend’s apartment, max fetwell, in london.

you all went out in london, along with connor who was there too, before max and lando and connor all streamed later.

you were in the room too but off the side away from the camera, as the boys messed about and ate their chinese. you were cuddling with max’s kitten in a beanbag.

you sat there in lando’s hoodie and some joggers as you watched them. lando was in a blue hoodie and some joggers as he munched on some spring rolls.

max starts counting them as he sees the massive amount.

“seventeen spring rolls?!” max exclaims as he laughs.

“i like spring rolls.” lando grins before he looks over his shoulder at you,

“want one baby?”