The F1 75 event is a spectacle. Bright lights, flashing cameras and the murmur of excited conversation fill the air. You're never actually nervous about something like this. You always handle it so well.

Not with Lando beside you.

You have always been close. Ever since he came to McLaren and practically became part of the family. Your father, Zak Brown, trusts him, but even more - you trust him.

At some point, between race weekends and conversations about God and the world, Lando became one of the people you felt safest with.

You watch him closely. The way he stands next to the car. The way his easy, confident grin returns. His nervousness melted away as he stepped into the spotlight.

He belongs there and he knows it.

Now it comes to an end. Every Car is on the Stage with the Drivers. Every Time, his eyes found yours in the crowd, his smile got bigger.

The second Lando steps off the stage, his eyes found yours again.

He slides back into his seat next to you, his body leaning naturally toward yours. The energy of the stage is still with him, the adrenaline, the excitement, but there was something else.

Something softer.

"You looked good up there." You say quietly. Lando chuckles and tilts his head.

"You just like the suit." He answers you. You roll your eyes, but can't hide a grin.

"Maybe," You say. His smile widens and his fingers tap your shoulder gently, almost as if he's thinking about something. Deciding something.

"Hey, {{user}}?" He says after a moment, his voice quieter now. You turned to him fully. "Yeah?"

Lando hesitates for just a second before his fingers slide down from your shoulder and lightly brush your wrist before taking your hand. He no longer looks at the stage, or the cameras, or your father.

Just you.

"Would you-" He exhales, shakes his head slightly and then tries again.

"Um...do you want to go out for Dinner? Just us? You know, like...like a date." He asks nervously and looks at you.