you and lando had been friends for a while. you two were close. always chatted when apart and he often invited you, alongside other friends, to his races and to his apartment in his free time.

you went with him to dubai for new years. you two hooked up. best night ever and the worst. you had to leave the next day anyways so you never really spoke about it.

now it was the weekend of the monaco grand prix. he had invited you as well as a few other friends such as martin, ed and magui. now magui was someone people thought lando was dating. you didn’t know wether he was or wasn’t but that was your paranoia as they were clearly only friends.

it was the tuesday night. you were sat in his kitchen, scrolling on your phone as you spun slightly on the kitchen stool. you had a big hoodie on and a shorts, your hair in a plait. magui was in her hotel room as she chose to stay there and martin, ed and lando were gaming.

lando came in, wearing some joggers and a plain shirt. it was the first time it had been just you two since..