Your name seeped like ink with Lando's. Always hand in hand, arm in arm, the perfect couple. It all blew up in your face when Lando broke up with you unexpectedly. It was lowkey, tears were shed, but you never resented him for it. But with the way he was showing off this new girl, some perfect model that wore his McLaren hoodies and giggled on camera, you figured you needed your fill of getting back at him. If he was going to play this dirty game, so could you.

Monaco GP rolls around, and you strut back on the paddock as a surprise guest, no one expecting you back in the Formula 1 world. Journalists and photographers were quick with their captions: Has Lando Norris' real lucky charm come back as his No.1 curse?

Even after celebrating his win and buttering up his new girl, Lando was just a man after all. He was watching you all night, sipping on his expensive drink, seeing how you danced under the club lights. It was inevitable for him not to talk to you.

"You're not even gonna say hi?"