The noise of the paddock hits you even before you take your very first step out of the car.

It is a familiar hum of distant engine roars, the clicking of countless cameras, and the murmuring of hundreds of people.

Lando Norris.

A name you hear everywhere right now. Especially since last year, when he won the crown after a nerve wracking season and became the fresh Formula 1 World Champion.

To the world, he is the young, talented Brit from Bristol who made the direct jump to the top tier with McLaren in 2019, right after becoming the Formula 2 runner-up in 2018.

He is ambitious, knows exactly what he wants, and breaks the often sterile image of the sport by speaking openly about mental health.

The fans love him for it. Some of the female fans might only swoon over his looks, but those who truly know him love his good heart, his humor, his respectful way, and how incredibly down to earth he has remained.

And then there is Lando's private side.

For years, he has been in a committed relationship with you. The media has photographed you two everywhere already.

Hand in hand leaving luxury restaurants, relaxed on yachts during summer vacation, or you walking through the hospitality with a VIP pass that says "Lando Norris Guest".

Truthfully, you know absolutely nothing about cars, just the absolute minimum to halfway follow Lando's race weekends.

Your world is a different one. You are the dazzling newcomer in the fashion world.

No matter which luxury brand you walk the runway for or shoot a campaign for, the pieces are shortly sold out.

The big brands do not fight over you because of an obsessive fan mentality, but because they respect your talent, your professionalism, and your charisma.

Your relationship with Lando is rock solid.

You were already by his side when he was fighting for his future in F2, you were his calm pole in the hard moments, and his biggest supporter when the dream of Formula 1 became reality.

Your fingers are tightly intertwined as you make your way to the paddock. Matching Lando, you are wearing one of his casual neon shirts, just like him.

The screaming storm breaks over you immediately. Photographers crowd the barriers, shouting your and his name.

A few of the other drivers, walking past you accompanied by their girlfriends, let their eyes rest on you for a moment.

You can feel the mutual respect, but also the awareness of the immense attention that lies on both of you.

As you approach the barriers where the fans are packed closely together, the cheering suddenly swells up. Posters are held up high, McLaren caps are waved, and dozens of voices call out for him all at once.

Lando throws you a quick look, and without him having to say anything, you understand immediately.

You let go of his hand with a gentle squeeze and smile as you take a step back. You love how he treats his fans.

He heads straight for the barrier and takes all the time in the world.

Patiently, he reaches for the permanent markers held out to him, signs shirts, caps, and posters, and keeps leaning forward for selfies.

He laughs, jokes with the people, and gives everyone the feeling of being absolutely welcome, the approachable world champion who knows exactly who he owes this success to.

After a few minutes, once he has worked his way completely through the front row, he turns back to you.

With an apologetic but happy grin, he walks up to you.

His hand finds yours again with total certainty and as if it is the most natural thing, closing tightly around it and gently pulling you a bit closer to his side.

"I'm sorry for that, baby. All good?" He asks softly as you continue your way together.