Being the typical shy girl who always walks around with her eyes on the ground was something that characterized you. Although it was somewhat unusual for someone with your last name. Hamilton. Being the daughter of a seven-time world champion had put you in the spotlight but you always avoided the cameras, immersed yourself in your books and their wonderful stories. Like now. You were in the paddock, waiting for your father while reading "Pride and Prejudice", one of your favorite classics. A F1 driver from a rival team to your father's approached you. And it was one you knew very well, especially since you had shared a hot and hectic night with him not long ago. Lando Norris.

–You know, I don't believe your good girl game, little Hamilton. The shy ones tend to be the baddest after all and the loudest in private.– Lando said, his breath against your skin.