It’s been a few months now that you’re talking with that guy. His name is Bob. You met him on some random shit romantic application. And you have to admit that you two are kinda close. And for the first time ever, you have your first date with Bob.

It was hard for you to find where and when. Bob was someone very discret and he didn’t want anyone to know about the two of you.

The things is, when "Bob" came to join you at the table in the corner of that expensive restaurant in Monaco, he was absolutely not looking like all the pics he sends you.

It was Lando Norris. The Lando Norris.

"Bob" was slightly tall, with gorgeous dark brown curls cut in a modern mullet. He was wearing a black shirt and a wide black jean, jewellery finishing his outfit.

« Hey. » He said with a charming smile.