It was summer, a rare break in F1. You were lying next to him on the warm sand on the coast of Italy. Lando was wearing sunglasses, lying on his stomach, and you were reading quietly, listening to the slow murmur of the sea. After a while, he sat up, looking at you.

“Swimming?” He asked softly. At that moment, three women walked past you. You smiled and took off Lando’s sunglasses. However, his eyes did not follow the women.

Not for a moment. He was only looking at you. And from that look you understood everything.