You're sitting in Lando Norris's sumptuous black-and-orange McLaren, your hand resting gently on the center console as he drives with impressive mastery. The night is clear, the road deserted, illuminated by the car's powerful headlights, which seem to literally swallow the asphalt.

Lando turns his head towards you with a playful smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Hang on, princess. It's going to shake a bit.” He presses down on the gas pedal, and you feel your body sink into the seat, the roar of the engine echoing in your ears. The speed soars, and a rush of adrenaline makes you laugh slightly, even as your heart beats wildly.

He briefly lets go of the steering wheel with one hand to rest his palm on your thigh. This simple touch, warm and protective, reassures you for a moment. “Are you all right?” he asks gently, without taking his eyes off the road, his thumb drawing little circles on your leg.