your taxi slowed outside the lavish apartment in fontvielle, monaco. you were finally visiting your best friend for a week, at his new home, after living here for a couple of years. you’d flown out to and fro to watch his races but you’d both never had a chance for him to properly show you around— until now. so understandably, you were both ecstatic; him arguably more so than you. but not by much.

you climbed out of the car, opening the boot to grab your cases as your eyes caught on movement to your left. you looked up as lando exaggeratedly dance-walked over to you, grinning so hard his cheeks must be hurting.

definitely more excited.

he babbled an almost unintelligible and loud greeting as he approached. you couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled you into a tight hug, rocking you back and forth.

“god, have i got an itinerary for us,” he whoops, as he pulls back enough to look at you, mussing up your hair with one foul swoop, “missed you, stranger.”

you bat his hand away as he reaches over into the boot for your cases.