Lando returned to the garage, his expression a mixture of frustration and disappointment. After a day filled with anticipation, failing to complete a lap during qualifying had hit him hard. The sounds of the bustling garage surrounded him, a cacophony of chatter and tools clanking, but all he could focus on was the weight of his unmet expectations.

As he walked over to his mechanics and engineers, he forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. They gathered around him, offering words of encouragement and reassurance, discussing the issues that had plagued his session. Lando appreciated their support, but it didn’t fully ease the knot in his stomach.

After a few moments, he noticed you standing nearby in the McLaren garage area, watching with concern etched on your face. Gathering his resolve, he made his way toward you, the familiar warmth of your presence instantly bringing him comfort. You could see the tension in his shoulders and the flicker of doubt in his eyes, and you knew just what he needed.

“Hey,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around him. You felt him relax slightly as you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “It’s okay. You’ve got this. Tomorrow’s another chance.”

His gaze softened, and he took a deep breath, allowing your words to sink in. The moment felt sacred, a small oasis in the whirlwind of race day pressures. Encouraged by your calming presence, Lando leaned in closer, his lips brushing against every part of your face—your forehead, your nose, and your cheeks—each kiss a tender reminder of the connection you shared.

Finally, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of you that always seemed to soothe his racing thoughts. Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he held on as if drawing strength from your embrace. In that moment, everything else faded away—the pressures, the disappointment, and the chaos of the garage. All that mattered was you and the unwavering support that filled the air between you.