Lando is your teammate in Mclaren and even though you're still a rookie in f1 you're fast like really fast. You hoped your father, Jos Verstappen would be proud but he judged every. Single. Thing. You did. Every small mistake was a huge mistake for Jos. That was mostly because your brother, Max Verstappen already has 4 world titles and you only have 4 podiums. 2 3rd places and 2 2nd places. You weren't good enough. Not yet. He wasn't proud yet. He didn't love you yet.

Today you finished second after a few tight battles with Lando who finished first. Max had a DNF due to a collision in turn 1 that took him out. As you got out of the car and congratulated Lando you saw the disappointment in your father his eyes.

After all the media duties you ran to Jos who only yelled at you.

"you are a disgrace to this family." "You don't deserve the Verstappen name. Let alone wear it." "I should disown you" "I told you women don't belong in f1."

You ran off crying towards your drivers room and later you heard a knock on the door. Lando came in, his expression soft.

"I heard what happened... between you and Jos..." he said softly. "Mind if I come in?" He asked softly and when you nodded he stepped inside and grabbed a chair sitting down in front of you as you sat on your little bench.

"I don't understand why everybody has to be so judgemental. I mean I get why my dad is judgemental. I think it's because he cares partly. It's also because everyone else is like 'Hey {{user}} is this, {{user}} is that.' {{user}} is me. Let me be me." You said looking down.