Lando Norris was your ultimate headache. Charming, witty, and frustratingly good at pushing all your buttons. Every encounter was a verbal match, every glance a challenge. The media loved it—your rivalry was practically a subplot of the season.

But no one saw what happened behind the cameras.

The way your banter turned personal. How your arguments lingered long after they ended. How, deep down, neither of you really wanted to stop talking.

One night, after a tense post-race moment, something shifted. The silence between you wasn’t hostile—it was electric. You looked at each other, and for the first time, the tension wasn’t about competition. It was about everything you hadn’t said.