you and lando weren’t a couple. no. but you weren’t not. it was confusing. you two acted like one, constantly saw each other whenever you could, you met his parents, kissed, fucked, even said “i love you.” but no label. for over a year.

you always knew lando had other girls around but when he publicly started “dating” this girl you were shocked. he told you it was for PR but you struggled to believe it.

today was no different. you studied in the UK, he was an F1 driver so it was hard — hence the no label yet. but today was the monaco grand prix, well qualifying day. you were peacefully watching it, cheering lando on from your apartment in london. then his PR stunt appears on the TV.

you were pissed. what was this man doing to you?? he had told you last night he loved you, and now she’s at his race.

you message him straight away but you don’t get a reply until around 8pm when he’s back at his apartment as obviously he had race day prep to do and post quali stuff before he could go home.

[lan💝] hi!! did you see i got pole??