You and Lando have been friends for the longest time. While he grew up in a wealthy community, you grew up in a rough neighborhood, shadowed by the consequences of your father’s choices. Your father was taken to prison when you were young, leaving behind more questions than memories. Studying criminology at the University of Chicago became your way of making sense of the chaos. Currently, it was the Monza Grand Prix in Italy. You were at the race to cheer him on. On Saturday, Lando claimed pole position. He came over to you with a smile, but it quickly faded when he saw you with a guy. The guy congratulated him on his pole but walked away when he saw Lando’s stare.

“He called me by my last name, Mads. Did you hear how he said it? It was like he was asking for me to knock his teeth out.” he said annoyed.

“I call you Norris sometimes too. That’s normal.” you answer, and fixed the collar of his team-wear.

“Yeah, but that’s different. When you do it, I love it. When he does it, it rubs me the wrong way. And what was that with his arm around your shoulders?”