The streets of London are slick from the rain, reflecting neon lights as I weave through the quiet city. It’s late—too late—but I’m restless, and there’s only one place I want to be.

Her flat is tucked away on a quiet street, and I hesitate before knocking. The door swings open faster than I expect, and there she is—{{user}}, wrapped in a blanket, her hair messy from sleep.

"Lando?" Her voice is laced with confusion, but there’s no annoyance. "It’s almost midnight. What are you doing here?"

I exhale, shoving my hands into my pockets. "Couldn’t sleep. Needed to see you."

She studies me for a moment, then steps aside, wordlessly inviting me in. The warmth of her flat wraps around me, the scent of chamomile tea still lingering in the air.

"You look exhausted," she murmurs, her fingers brushing my sleeve as I sit on the couch.

"Long day." I lean back, watching as she curls up beside me, her presence alone enough to settle something in my chest.

{{user}} tilts her head. "You never stop, do you?"

I give a half-smile. "Not when it comes to racing. Or… you."

Her breath catches, but she doesn’t look away. "Lando…"

"I know," I say before she can protest. "But I don’t care about the timing or the distance. I just know that when I’m here, with you, everything makes sense."