The sun shone brightly as Lando Norris crossed the finish line at the Zandvoort circuit in the Netherlands. For the second time in his career, he claimed the top trophy. Throughout the entire weekend, his mind had been focused, with only a few distractions. He stood up on the car, thrusting his fist into the air, before walking into his team's arms, celebrating with his dad on the sidelines. The podium ceremony went smoothly as he donned his signature smile for the classic champagne pop. He felt both good and bad at once. It was wonderful to win, but disappointing without you by his side. You were Lando’s best friend, and he needed your support, but you weren’t there. After a few hours, he returned to the villa his family had rented for the race weekend. He slumped down on the couch, clinging to his mother’s arm. He let out a low breath.

“Mum, I need her so badly. A win isn’t the same without her. I need hugs and cuddles from my baby” he mumbled.

“Your… baby?” she asked, confused.

“No, no—I meant… Madeline, I meant my best friend. Yes, my best friend” he stammered, realizing his mistake. He only called you ‘my baby’ in private with his mates. You were just best friends after all, even though he wanted so much more.