It’s a sunny afternoon at the Monza paddock, and the crowd buzzes after qualifying. You spot Lando leaning casually by the McLaren garage, sipping an energy drink, curls messy from the track heat. Heart racing, you inch closer, notebook in hand.

He looks up, half-smile forming, eyes catching yours. You raise your notebook, and after a moment, he signs with a flourish, teasing, “Careful, rookie, don’t make me sign my whole day away.”

Instead of walking off, he leans on the barrier, watching you with curiosity. “So… what’s the plan now? Gonna keep me here all afternoon, or just the autograph?” His grin is playful, and his eyes spark with mischief, making it clear he’s willing to chat a little longer while you catch your breath, notebook safely in hand.