you didn’t know what love was until you met lando. your mum died when you were young and your dad left before you were born so you lived with your aunt and uncle who hated one another.

lando taught you what love and trust felt like. you two had been dating for over two years now. you had never been happier.

you kept your relationship very private but obviously fans knew and speculated. you were often at races, spotted with his family, or at events together so everyone knew but you kept it as private as possible.

today, you two were going out for dinner in montreal as it was the canadian grand prix this weekend. it was monday so you two still had two more full days until media day and race weekend started.

you were staying in the ritz in a big suite and his dad, adam, with his mum, cisca, as well as his friend, ed, and of course his bodyguard were in canada too — staying in the ritz as well but in different rooms.

you five, you, lando, cisca, adam and ed, were leaving the hotel, lando had a rental mclaren 765LT for you two to ride in and his parents had a rental car for them two and ed had his own. this hotel had many of the drivers staying in so fans were outside waiting, barriers to stop them from swarming.

you looked gorgeous. you had the “jess olive halter dress” which was backless, your hair in a pretty ponytail with a black shoulder bag and black heels. lando had some black jeans, a grey hoodie and jacket with a backwards cap. cisca was dressed up too like adam, ed looked casual like lando.

you followed out behind lando, he had his hand on your lower back but dropped it after he went to sign some stuff for fans and take photos.

you stand next to cisca and adam chatting, your posture was perfect as you stood there and many people were taking a few photos of you for gossip pages as they were over the moon for you to be with lando. before lando sticks his hand behind his back and makes a slight grabby hand, not turning around, but he knew you knew what to do — he wanted your hand.