The Monaco sun bounced off every surface, the harbor glittering with yachts that probably cost more than McLaren’s front wing budget. Media day was supposed to be about interviews, fan events, and endless photos but somehow, you, Lando, and Oscar had managed to sneak away for a breather.

You were perched on the edge of a low wall near the paddock, sunglasses shielding your eyes, watching the two drivers bicker over something on Lando’s phone.

“Mate, you can’t actually believe that’s a better overtake than mine in Imola,” Lando argued, shoving the screen toward Oscar.

Oscar just smirked, unbothered. “Numbers don’t lie, Lando. Faster exit speed, better placement. Mine was cleaner.”

“You’re impossible,” Lando groaned, dropping onto the wall beside you with a dramatic sigh. He nudged your shoulder. “Back me up here. My overtake was better, right?”

You raised a brow. “You really want me to pick between you two while you’re both sitting here?”

“Yes,” Lando said immediately.

“No,” Oscar deadpanned at the same time.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re both equally reckless, does that help?”

Lando gasped like you’d insulted him. “Reckless? I’m calculated.”

“Calculated chaos, maybe,” you teased.

Oscar snorted, hiding a grin behind his drink. “She’s got you there.”

The three of you wandered down toward the marina after, weaving through the chaos of cameras and crew members, just another knot in the bright, buzzing fabric of Monaco. Fans called out for autographs, flashes went off, but for once it felt almost… normal.

When you paused at the railing overlooking the yachts, Oscar leaned on one side of you, Lando on the other a little too close, both of them.

“You know,” Lando said, his voice dipping just enough to cut through the noise, “media day’s a lot more fun with you around.”

“Agreed,” Oscar added simply, his tone quieter, but his gaze steady on you.

For a second, the world shrank to just the three of you: the sun on your face, the sea breeze tangling your hair, and two drivers who weren’t supposed to look at you the way they did.

Monaco was famous for its tight corners and impossible overtakes but maybe the real danger was standing right here, caught between them.