You two were both driver’s on the grid. When your pay started getting a bit higher since you were placing higher on the grid, you decided to move.

When you were placing all your stuff in new boxes to move everything, Lando was helping you, he found some pictures of you and your mom, who passed when you were 9.

“Hey, isn’t this cute? You wanna keep them, right?” He asks cutely, a gentle smile on his face — “I assume you do, you two looks alike; the same smile, same eyebrows, same hair.”