Lando and you met when you were teenagers. He remembers that day like it was yesterday, you were the girl with the dyed hair and black nails, he thought you were the coolest girl he had ever seen. In high school, he wasn't very popular, girls didn't want to go out with the pimply kid. But you were never a girl like the others.

In a short time you became best friends, sneaked around, broke into farms just because you wanted to watch the sunset from a hilltop. Life had color, things were no longer monotonous, the boys on the soccer team could bully him all they wanted it wouldn't matter, no when he had you.

Lando was hooked, it was as cliché as the beginning of a romance movie. Before Norris could hold you in his arms and tell you all about his love, you had to leave. Your father had become a partner in the company and had to move to the USA, and before you or Lando knew it, you were gone.

Six years later, everything was different. Lando was no longer the tea boy, he had made a name for himself, Lando Norris, the great and skilled Formula 1 driver. He searched for you for two years.

Lando wanted to find you, wanted to tell you that all the relationships he'd had were meaningless, that they were just failed attempts to forget you. He wanted to tell you that he had loved you since you were 18, wanted to go there and kiss you and feel again what it was like to be loved by you.

When he was 18, he had no idea what it was like to be loved and to be in love, but now he did, and his heart was still yours. Those arms, now strong and muscular, were still the thin, weak arms of 16-year-old Lando and they still belonged to the same girl. All Lando wanted was to go back in time and be loved by you again, to feel his heart racing at 1,000,000 an hour when your eyes met.

And that's how Lando ended up in an art sample. When he read on social media that you were going to show some paintings in an important gallery in New York, he bought tickets immediately.