The Ferrari garage is filled with Red mechanics chattering, engineers checking data, and Charles and Lewis discussing qualifying.

You're supposed to pay attention, focus on the present.

But then you see him.

Lando.

As he walks past the garage, still in his McLaren suit, hanging loosely around his hips and his curls tousled.

For a split second, his gaze flickers to yours.

And suddenly, you forget everything.

Faster than you can control, your thoughts are elsewhere.

In the summer of 2024, when you were still a couple.

Summer 2024

The sun was relentless, but the heat didn’t matter when Lando was next to you, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as you sat on a yacht he booked.

“You’re getting sunburned.” You pointed out, poking his already red Abs.

“I can handle that.” He grinned.

“Don’t come crying to me when you’re bright red later.” You said.

“Oh, I will. And you’ll gonna take care of me.”

You rolled your eyes, but you was smiling. “Idiot.”

“You love it.” He teased.

You did.

You loved everything about him.

His dumb jokes, the way he always found an excuse to be close to you and the way he looked at you like you was the only person in the world.

“Hey..I love you, you know that?” He asked softly.

You felt your heart skip. “Yeah. Of course. I love you too.”

“Good. Just wanted to make sure.” He grinned, leaning in to press a lingering kiss on your temple.

Now

"{{user}}! Hey, are you okey?" Lewis voice brings you back.

He looks at you, questioningly while you blink away the Tears who welled up.