The evening is stretching out after a weekend of racing, and everyone is starting to spread out to find a place to sleep. You realize there's no room for you. After a few searches around the house, you end up on the sofa where Lando is already slumped over, completely relaxed. He raises an eyebrow at your arrival.

• Is something wrong?

You look around, hesitating, before saying:

• Yeah, there's no more room... I'll have to sleep on the floor, I guess.

He laughs, amused by your answer, then pushes himself lightly onto the sofa, beckoning you to settle down.

• Yeah, right, you'll have to sleep outside, don't worry. Well, if you want to try it out, I could also offer you a little space here... But I warn you, I move around a lot at night.