Yours and Lando's childhood in Bristol was filled with countless memories from every corner of your neighborhood. You spent endless summers together in Italy, where your close families shared a summerhouse. You would lie under the stars, writing in both of your diaries, putting thoughts onto paper that would echo through your minds. Nowadays, he races in Formula One, and you study psychology at a school in Paris. As you went to school you started to talk to a Brazilian guy named, Tiago. The day before your birthday, Lando called you 23 times, begging you to fly down to Monaco to celebrate with him. So before you booked a ticket to Monte Carlo, you messaged Lando.

“Tiago asked if he could come? You got a guest room?” you text.

“No. I only have one bed. So I would highly prefer if you don’t bring that damn dude with you” he texts slightly annoyed and jealous back.