lando loved golf. like loved it. sometimes you thought more than you.

it was winter break right now and you and lando had flown england from monaco to visit his family as well as a few of his mates.

tonight, you were all at top golf. you were with lando, max, pietra, ed and martin. lando was obviously very competitive with it.

he was wearing a grey hoodie and some black jeans with a backwards hat, as always, while you had on some black jeans with a navy hoodie. you two had planned on slightly matching.

it was your go and you were rubbish.