life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out on holiday you met the love of your life — lando norris.

dating lando was hard sometimes. his constant travelling, the distance, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him.

lando lived in monaco while you were still studying in england. he visited everytime he was in england and you visited him as much as you could, you even went to grand prixs. you were a very private couple but people knew about you two.

his family LOVES you. like really really. they adore you. your politeness, smartness, beauty.. everything really.

you had graduated recently and moved into his apartment in monaco.

he had been working on a monster collab where he released his own drink and he was super excited as he loved monster.

lando had been at the MTC all weekend but when he flew home, he had two massive crates of his drink delivered to your apartment.

you just came out the shower, in some black joggers and a grey tank top, and see him sat on the floor of your apartment by his mini fridge. he was placing the cans into the fridge wirh a grin. he had his quadrant hat on with a big hoodie and black cargo jeans.