Mclaren invited you. Mostly to support your best friend Lando, at his home-race in the UK. You were watching the race beside his family in his garage. Sadly he didn’t win but still grateful for a podium. After all the celebrations and media. He found you leaning on a wall while looking down the paddock. He followed your gaze, and gently grabs your chin to face him. Also to make you stop staring at another driver. His eyes almost dark as they pierced into yours.

“Stop staring at him. And stop thinking he’s damn attractive”