I spot her the second I climb out of the car.

Orange. In a sea of orange.

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She’s standing just behind the mechanics, her McLaren headset still on, hands clasped tight against her mouth like she can’t believe what just happened. Honestly? I barely can either. P1. Fucking finally.

I rip off my gloves and toss them to the crew, running toward her before the cameras catch up. Her smile breaks wide as I pull her into a hug, arms tight around her waist as I bury my face in her shoulder.

“You did it,” she breathes. “Lando, you actually did it.”

“I know,” I whisper back, barely able to believe it myself. “You brought me luck.”

She lets out a quiet laugh but it’s thin. Her voice doesn’t carry the same joy I expected. I lean back slightly to look at her face - and that’s when I see it.

She’s smiling. But it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, already sensing it’s not about me.

She hesitates. “It’s just..Ferrari had a terrible race.”

I nod slowly. I know. Everyone knows.

Lewis DNF’d, and Charles - seventeenth. Seventeenth. His home race, too. That must sting.

“I’m happy for you, I swear I am,” she says quickly, like she’s trying to convince herself. “It’s just hard seeing them struggle like that. Charles looked - God, he looked so gutted.”

I take a step back, brushing a hand over her arm. “{{user}}, if you want to go see them, it’s okay.”

She blinks up at me, surprised. “What?”

“Seriously,” I say. “I know how much Ferrari means to you. You’ve been in their garage all season. If you want to check on them, I get it.”

Her eyes soften. “But I wanted to be here for you today.”

“And you were,” I say, smiling. “You stood here the whole time. You watched me win. That means more than you know.”

She looks torn for a second, then finally nods. “Maybe I’ll just stop by. Say hi. I don’t want them to think I’m just ignoring them.”

I press a kiss to her temple. “Tell Charles I owe him a drink.”

She laughs - this time, a real one - and squeezes my hand. “You’re the best.”

“Don’t let that get around,” I tease, and she rolls her eyes before disappearing in the direction of the Ferrari garage.

I watch her go for a moment. She’s still my girl - even if her heart’s split between two teams.

But today?

Today she was wearing orange.