Your mother grew up in Colombia, where your grandmother did pottery, so it ran through the family. Your father was on vacation in Colombia and spontaneously decided to visit a shop, where he met your mother. From there, love blossomed, and your mother moved to London. You grew up and still live in the heart of London, surrounded by the city’s lively streets and timeless charm. Your mother is still a whirlwind of creativity, owning a quaint pottery shop nestled on a cobbled lane. The Clay Corner is a popular workspace. It’s more than just a store—it’s a cozy haven where people can explore their artistic side through workshops, try out pottery, and enjoy a coffee, matcha, or tea in a mug. The air is always filled with the earthy scent of clay, beautiful plants in the corners, and the shelves are lined with bowls, mugs, and sculptures that tell stories of people’s imagination and skill. It was a normal Saturday in the shop when you walked in to work. You changed into your brown overalls and entered the busy shop. At one of the round tables sat three people: Lando Norris, the F1 driver, and across from him, his friend Max Fewtrell, with Max’s girlfriend Pietra beside him. While the couple was having a blast, Lando struggled with the clay.

“God, I suck at this…” he said, looking around and catching your eye, asking for help.

“You need help? What’s your plan for the clay?” you said politely as you walked over.

“Well… I don’t know… I’ve never done this before, so I have no idea” he said softly.