You’re standing near the Red Bull garage, laughing at something Charles said — a stupid joke, nothing deep. You barely noticed Lando walking by with his engineer.

But he noticed everything.

The way Charles leaned in. The way you touched his forearm. The way your smile lingered just a little too long. That laugh — the one Lando used to think was just for him.

He doesn’t say a word until hours later. After the race. After he’s done pretending it didn’t get to him.

You’re waiting by his motorhome when he finally walks up. Still in race suit. Face blank.

“You two looked cozy.” he say.

You blink : “What?”

“Leclerc. You were all over him.”

You frown. “We were talking—”

He cuts you off. “Don’t. Do you know how hard I had to try not to walk over and punch him in front of everyone?”