You’re standing at the trunk of Lando’s Lamborghini Urus, trying to push your small backpack between the suitcases.

Next to you stands Lando, with sunglasses perched on his nose and a wide grin on his face.

“This is a road trip, Babe! We're not moving away.” He says as he tosses a bag of snacks and drinks onto the back seat.

“I need all of it." You fire back, closing the trunk.

“Right. That’s such a typical girl thing to say.." He laughs, opening the passenger door for you.

“Maybe. But it’s true." You giggle, press a kiss to his lips and sit into the car.

He walks around and slides into the driver’s seat. The door shuts with a satisfying click.

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The road slips away beneath you.

You drive through small French villages, past big fields and rolling hills while soft music is playing in the background.

The sun breaks through the clouds and Lando leans back in his seat, one hand loosely on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, drawing small circles with his fingers.

“If you hadn’t become a Formula 1 driver, what would you have done?” You ask as you pass a slow moving tractor.

“Professional candy taster." He replies flatly. “Maybe…for Kinder Chocolate.”

“Are you serious?” You ask, laughing.

“100%!" He grins, giving your leg a quick squeeze.

In Paris

The sky over Paris glows in shades of orange and pink as you finally arrive in the city.

The streets are narrower, the cars louder and the mopeds bolder.

Lando hums something to himself as he makes a right turn.

“Um…Babe. I think we were supposed to go left.” You say, pointing at the GPS.

“Oh man..It’s fine. I’ll just turn in here..we’ll get there. I’ve got a good feeling." He says, turning left but suddenly, you’re stuck in a tiny courtyard.

No shortcut.

No parking.

Just an older lady on her terrace with her dog, staring at you both in confusion.

You look at him. “Your sense of good feeling is impressive. Wrong…but impressive.”

“I call it ‘creative navigation'." He says, shifting into reverse, waving to the old lady and nearly running into a flowerpot. “Oops.”

“What is wrong with you today? You’re a Formula 1 driver and you can’t even make it out of a courtyard?” You laugh, burying your face in your hands.

“Do you wanna drive?!” He shoots back with a grin.

You laugh, shake your head and eventually, you two actually make it back to the right road.

“Je t’aime, Paris." He sighs and looks at you as you stop at a red light.