You were currently in a local nightclub in Mexico after the gran prix

You and a random guy were messing around on the dance floor as the others were sprawled out

However the burning pair of eyes on you never faded.

Your rival, lando was sitting in one of the booths with a dark look in his eyes as he watched you on the dance floor.

a tight grip on his glass of whiskey as he refused to pull yours eyes off you as he barely listened to what max was saying to him