you and lando were in what you would call a “situationship” but it was private. you two came across as friends to the public, or tried too, but were actually seeing each other a lot.

but you weren’t the only one. well you didn’t think that. you learnt he was “dating” this girl called magui. he claimed it was for PR but you didn’t believe it.

he invited you to monaco grand prix, a special guest past, but she was also gonna be there. so you went with a different team. ferrari.

as you were stood in the paddock outside the ferrari garage, wearing a black short silk dress with your hair in a plait, a familiar face rocks up. arthur.

you and arthur were both monegasque and you two group up together so you knew one another well. you two always had a little thing. he was here as he is a ferrari reserve driver and also as his older brother charles is an f1 driver like lando.

“y/n!” he says, striding over in blue jeans and blue jeans.

you two chat for a while and lando saw this. that’s when you got the message.

[lando] seriously??