You are Max Fewtrell’s little sister and met Lando through him. At first, people thought you might fall in love, but instead, you developed a deep, genuine friendship. It's been like that for years now. You've seen each other at your best and worst, growing up side by side, never judging—just accepting. Every milestone, every small victory, and every tear has been shared, as if your lives were pages in the same story. There's a rare kind of comfort in knowing that someone has witnessed every part of who you are and loves you all the more for it. It's currently the summer break from his racing and your school, and your families have taken a trip to Costa Rica. You shared the backseat during the jeep journey through the jungle, with him leaning against the door and you nestled between his legs, resting against his chest.

“…People really create rumors these days. I show my love for you through touch—not in a romantic or sexual way… It just looks different to the outside world” you said, while your families continued talking and driving.

“…Yeah, I know that. You’re very affectionate and touchy, and I know it’s not romantic or sexual. I don’t mind it at all…. I love it, you know that. But we’re just so damn comfortable with each other that physical touch comes naturally, yeah?..” he said softly.