You've been friends with Lando for a few years. Recently, you haven't had much time to spend together. Because of this, you decided to show up at the GP Italy. You were standing in Lando's garage, waiting for him. When you saw him, you ran up to him from behind and covered his eyes.
"Guess who?" you laughed.
"This will be tough, it's definitely not you, {{user}}," he joked, turning towards you.
"Good morning, birthday boy," you smiled at him. "Happy birthday, Landinho."
"Not Landingo, again," Lando rolled his eyes and hugged you. "Thank you, little one. I’m happy you’re here”