🇬🇧|The luxury hotel stands tall, its glass façade gleaming under the Italian sun. You and Lando step out of the team-arranged car, each holding onto an air of silent tension. The bellboy rushes forward, his uniform impeccable, as he grabs your luggage and Lando’s, stacking them neatly onto the cart.

Lando’s voice breaks the silence as he nods curtly to the bellboy. “Cheers, mate,” he mutters before glancing at you. “Ready for another exciting week of being teammates?”

You don’t respond immediately, following the bellboy inside. The hotel’s cool air conditioning greets you as the grand lobby unfolds—polished marble floors, chandeliers glittering like stars, and an air of exclusivity hanging in the room. The receptionist beams as you both approach.

Lando shifts beside you, his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets, clearly impatient. “Think they’ll mix up the rooms again?” he quips, glancing at you sideways, his tone laced with sarcasm.

You ignore the jab, stepping forward to greet the receptionist. “Hi, we’re here with McLaren. Check-in for two.”

The receptionist nods, her smile professional. “Of course, let me just confirm your details.”

Lando leans against the counter, spinning a keycard someone left behind. “How much do you bet they’ll stick us next to each other?” His voice is low, but you can sense the smirk without looking.