You’re the daughter of Valentino Rossi. Originally from Italy, you grew up in England in a foster family. Your dad couldn’t take care of you the way he wanted to, so he arranged for you to be adopted. In middle school, you became close friends with a boy named Lando. You didn’t get along well with the other girls, so you stuck with him. But when Lando suddenly signed a contract with McLaren in Formula One and you went to art school in Paris, all contact was lost in the chaos. Now, you live in a small rented apartment close to your academy. You share the apartment with Ana, a girl from a class below you. It was early morning when you heard a small knock on the door. Thinking it was probably Ana coming home from her date, you went to open it. But there he stood, soaking wet from the pouring rain outside. After almost seven months of no contact.

“God, there you are. Fourteen years of being best friends and as soon you left, you cut all contact” Lando says with pleading and watery eyes.

“Lan-“ you try but he cuts you off.

“No, please let me finish. You know how many times I wrote to you? Even when you never replied? Because of the thought of losing you from my life forever, was damn nearly killing me”