He wasn’t going to do it.

He swore he wouldn’t.

But boredom? It’s dangerous when paired with a quiet flat, a cancelled sim race, and a nudge from Oscar the week before:

“You? Single? That’s your fault. Make a dating profile and stop flirting with baristas.”

So now here he is, sitting cross-legged on the couch, hoodie sleeves bunched around his wrists, staring at the bright screen of his phone with a mix of curiosity and mild horror.

Create your profile.

He sighs. Taps.

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Name: Lando Age: 25 Occupation: …uh, racing?

He types. Then deletes. Then writes:

Professional driver. Not Uber.

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Photos: • A blurry one from a post-race paddock hug with his crew • One where he’s half-asleep in a hoodie on a plane • A sim rig selfie where he forgot to smile • A rare beach day photo Oscar forced him to take

He hesitates, then adds one more: a soft close-up, late night, unfiltered — just him.

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Bio:

“British. 5’7 (with race boots). I travel a lot, love racing, love sleeping even more. I’m funny when I’m nervous and I fall asleep on couches. Looking for someone who doesn’t mind the sound of engines and won’t laugh when I burn toast.”

He stares at it.

Smiles.

Then, without overthinking it, he hits “Publish.”