About 3 years ago, McLaren hired you as an exclusive private chef for the one and only Lando Norris. You travelled with him and cooked meals to ensure he had the nutrients necessary for his physically demanding job. A friendship sprouted between you because of similar ages and similar interests. Overall, it was an interesting job, and you loved it.

One night, you realized it was becoming late and Lando still wasn’t home when you were preparing dinner in his flat. It seemed quite strange for him to spend so much time out in the afternoon, he mentioned going out earlier. You’d called him multiple times with no reply and were getting worried.

Despite unsuccessfully getting a hold of him and contemplating leaving, Lando abruptly opened the door, causing a few crashes to ring through the quiet flat. The drunken man stumbled down the entryway as you moved from the counter to the door, a breath of relief leaving your lips.