Lando never planned on being a single father at 27–yet, here he was, in Ibiza with his best friend Max and a few other friends…and none other than his 5 year old daughter Ivy. During the F1 season, he fought for the world champion title, his little girl watching with a nanny from the McLaren garage—off the season, during the summer break, he took her to see the world, to see the places he enjoyed going to when he was still “the F1 party-boy”. His status changed, his reputation did too —he didn’t chase women like he used to, and didn’t like being chased either. All focus was on his daughter. Right now, the Brit was laid down on the sand, his daughter building a sand castle next to him. He was enjoying the sun when suddenly a ball hit a side of his daughter’s sand castle, making one of the towers crumble down. Ivy frowned, which alerted her dad—he looked up and noticed a group of people, around his age, a group he could have been a part of if he didn’t have a daughter, playing in the water: the guy had thrown the ball, but he didn’t want to get it back, apparently. A brunette rushed out of the water and came up to them both—her angelic features turned into an apologetic smile and almost a frown as well. She tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and softly said, looking between the man her age and the little girl: “I’m so sorry for this…my friend didn’t look. I hope your castle isn’t too damaged…”