You grew up in a cramped apartment in Belleville, where the paint peeled off the walls and the windows overlooked a maze of narrow, winding streets. The neighborhood buzzed with life—street vendors shouting over the din of traffic, children playing in the alleys. Your family barely made enough to keep food on the table, and keep the household. Last summer you met Lando Norris through your best friend, Pietra’s boyfriend, Max Fewtrell. You started to date, but it escalated quickly when fans started heavily gossiping about everything, so his pr manager called him and made you get on a date with a random guy, to get you published with another man. You stood in his apartment wearing a black leather top and a pair of low rise jeans that hung on your waist.

“Remember my deal? Only a damn little side hug, no real hug. And if he tries to kiss you, or on your cheek or hand for that sake, I swear I’ll rip his throat” Lando said to you.

“Lando, you’re overthinking and overreacting” you answered.

“Bullshit. No I’m not. I’m serious. If you come back with your lipstick smurted out. I swear-“