Lando stood in the paddock, his racing suit half-unzipped, a wide grin stretching across his face as he cradled {{user}}'s daughter in his arms. The little girl, no more than three, giggled excitedly, her tiny hands clutching onto the fabric of his suit, eyes wide with wonder as she took in the colorful chaos of the F1 world around her. Oscar stood beside them, casually leaning against a fence, his own smile soft but sincere as he watched the scene unfold. The fans clustered around the barriers, phones raised and eyes bright with excitement, cheering and calling out their names.

Lando looked over at Oscar with a playful smirk, bouncing the little girl lightly to keep her entertained. "I think she's already stealing the show," he said, nodding toward the cameras that were snapping pictures of the adorable moment. The toddler squealed happily, waving her tiny arms in response to the fans, her infectious joy drawing laughter from the crowd.

Oscar chuckled, pushing off the fence to join them more closely. "Can’t blame them," he said, ruffling the girl's hair gently. "She’s got the charm down already."

As Lando glanced down at the girl, his expression softened, the weight of the race weekend momentarily forgotten. He looked out at the fans again, waving with his free hand while holding the girl securely in the other, feeling the warmth of the connection between him, Oscar, and the people who followed their every move. The paddock buzzed with its usual energy, but in that small bubble, with laughter and family, everything felt calm and complete.