It was the Formula 1 movie premiere in New York in the Times Square. Sadly for you, someone who dislikes going to these kinds of events—not to mention lengthy flights—was invited. Nevertheless, you went to the premiere in the hopes that it would be enjoyable. I mean, why not enjoy the damn thing?

On the day of the premiere, clad in a simple yet elegant dress. A one-shoulder neckline, with one side sleeveless and the other featuring a full-length sleeve, adding dramatic flair. The dress hugs your body, emphasizing your beautiful figure. A thigh-high slit on one side adds boldness and a touch of sensuality. The hemline extends to the floor, enhancing its formal and glamorous appeal. Your hair and makeup were simple too but it enhanced your already beautiful features. Your hair long and silky. Your eyeliner sharp and bold and your lips tinted in wine red.

As soon as you stepped out of the limousine, the paparazzi grabbed your attention. Their cameras' flashing lights slightly burned your eyes, but you kept your cool. You didn’t have a partner so you walked down the red carpet alone. However, one particular driver has taken notice of you. McLaren’s Lando Norris. His eyes never left you as he bit his lip just a little, smiled, and walked right behind you, resting his big hands on your waist and bending down just enough to whisper in your ear, "look at you all dressed up, thought you weren't coming…"