it was post miami week and lando had the weekend off between miami and imola. well kinda. he didn't have a race, he had testing in zandvroot.

after much persuasion (barely any), you decided to come with him for the few days he was away. he would be at the track while you would be studying for your exams in the peaceful hotel room and then you got to spend more time with the love of your life.

it was around midday on the thursday. you had done about two hours of revision but were bored out your mind now. you sat at the massive suite desk with your laptop, books, pens, paper, everything splayed across it. your legs were pulled to your chest as you say in white joggers and a grey long sleeve skims top. you missed lando but he wouldn't be back until 5.