You're Max Fewtrell's little sister, and everyone knows it. Two years separate you, and all your life you've grown up in his shadow, surrounded by his pilot, gamer and streamer friends. But no one, not even him, knows that for the past few months, your heart has belonged to Lando Norris, his best friend.

A well-kept secret. Too well kept.

You take a breath before lightly pushing open the door and entering the room. The giant screen reflects colorful images, Twitch chat lines scroll at speed on a second screen, and Max is focused on his game, headphones screwed on his ears. Lando, for his part, is sitting right next to him, one hand on his controller, the other resting absent-mindedly on his knee.

He sees you first.

His gaze catches yours for a fraction of a second too long, and it's enough for you to feel his body tense up. His foot taps lightly against Max's, as if to warn him of your presence before you speak.

“What are you doing?” you blurt out in an innocent voice, breaking the silence.

Max briefly turns his head towards you, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips.

“We're in the stream, what do you want?”