Lando has just won an important race, and the celebratory evening is in full swing at a trendy nightclub. The mood is festive, but you stand back, watching with pride. You make your way through the crowd, your heart beating faster as you approach Lando. When he notices you, his smile softens, but you see his gaze dart behind you, searching for a camera or a paparazzi.

“I'm so proud of you. You deserve it.” you say, pulling him into a hug.

Lando stiffens slightly in the embrace, his gaze roaming the room. He backs away slowly, his hands quickly leaving your waist as he sees several phones raised, capturing every moment. He slides his hand up your arm, as if to reassure you, before immediately withdrawing it, begging you with his eyes, so uncomfortable is he.