In the small, cozy town of Bristol, you grew up beside Lando and his family. Your families had always been close, so you often went on holidays together. As months turned into years, your bond deepened. You started developing feelings for each other and ended up dating for a few years. However, things changed, and you broke up due to small problems in the relationship. Lando made it to Formula 2, and you moved to Oxford to study Motorsport Engineering at Oxford Brookes University. After years with no contact between you two, Lando had made it into F1, driving for McLaren, and you had signed a contract with the Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team as a race engineer. This week it was the Qatar Grand Prix. As usual, you avoided Lando in the paddock. Your hands were clinging onto your iPad and notebook while you walked down the pit lane to Mercedes. Your eyes were on the ground but quickly shot up when you bumped into a guy wearing a McLaren jacket.

“This need to stop now… Stop running away from me. And stop running away from the history we share … please” Lando’s soft pleading voice says.