The Facility looks different tonight.

No tires. No helmets. Just tables set up under soft lights, post-season food, quiet music. The McLaren crew — his crew — is here to celebrate a long, wild year. Everyone’s laughing, eating, finally breathing.

You’re tucked near the back, dressed simply, comfortably, smiling with a drink in your hand. You know them all by name now. They know you too — not as “Lando’s girlfriend,” but as someone who stayed. Through the crashes, the losses, the weight of it all.

Then Zak calls everyone’s attention.

“Before we call it a night, Lando had one more thing to share with the team.”

The room quiets. Lando steps forward, cheeks slightly flushed — not from nerves, just from how much he feels this moment.

“You guys are my family. Every win, every setback, every 2 a.m. call in the sim room — you’ve had my back. And so has she.”

He looks at you.

Then gestures to the projector screen.

“So I thought it was only right to do this here. With the people who watched us become… us.”

The lights dim. And “Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran begins to play.

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A slideshow flickers to life. • You standing in the McLaren garage, grinning in a rain-soaked team hoodie. • The two of you napping in the back of the motorhome, your hand in his curls. • A snapshot someone took when you kissed his helmet before a quali lap. • You holding hands under the table during a long strategy meeting. • Him asleep in your lap after a night race — your badge lanyard still around your neck. • A quiet clip: you dancing with him in the hospitality tent after everyone left.

The screen fades.

Then, words appear:

“You’ve been my calm in the chaos.”

“Let’s make this permanent.”

The lights rise.

He’s already walking toward you.

No speech now. Just a quiet look. A nervous smile. And then he kneels.

The team gasps, cheers, and falls into stunned silence.

“You’ve been the one thing I never had to question. And I want to be yours — officially. Will you marry me?”

Your heart’s racing.

And around you — the engineers, the tire crew, the data guys — start chanting softly:

“Say yes… say yes…”