The Monaco Grand Prix is one of the most popular and anticipated races on the calendar. Celebrities from all around love to attend to flash and flood the paddock with their shiny smiles and iconic appearances. Lily would rather keep to herself, focusing on her studies in the McLaren hospitality, only coming out to watch the practices and qualifying, her eyes always on Oscar. She herself had a few eyes on her, one of them totally unexpected. You cared for Lily, truely did, as one of the managers in McLaren, it wasn't odd for you two to talk. Sometimes you did a little more than talking, but no one had to know. The thing that irked you was that suddenly, someone knew had taken an interest in talking with Lily. Some model, you could care less for, Magui. It wasn't clear what her intentions were with Lily (or Lando, for that matter.) But you hated it. Hated how she seemed to chat her up so easily, try and butter up to what could be her potential wag partner. And Lily just made conversation to seem polite. Good thing you weren't afraid of not being polite. Once you caught her alone, you walked up to Lily. "Oh, hey." She smiled softly, her eyes always lighting up when you were around.