You had met Lando through mutual friends, long before you truly understood the intensity of his world. Unlike the polished image the media painted, you loved him for the person he was — the Lando beneath the spotlight. That’s why you always stayed away from the chaos of the races, preferring instead to cheer him on from the comfort of your living room. Watching from afar seemed safer, less overwhelming.

But this time was different. It was Silverstone — his home race, the one that meant more to him than any other. There was no way you could miss it. You knew how much it would mean to him to have you there, and deep down, you wanted to be by his side for this moment.

The car came to a halt in the paddock parking lot, the hum of activity already buzzing around you. You took a deep, steadying breath, nerves bubbling in your chest as you stepped out into the unfamiliar world of the paddock. Before you had time to fully absorb your surroundings, Lando reached for your hand, his touch warm and grounding.

“My father promised that he’ll explain everything about the race to you.” he said with a smile, the warmth in his voice doing little to hide the excitement flickering in his eyes.

His grin was infectious, and as he led you toward the heart of the action, you couldn’t help but feel that, despite your nerves, you were exactly where you were meant to be.