The sun’s beating down, sweat sticking my team shirt to my back, but I’m grinning like an idiot as I steer our Lego McLaren down the Miami straight. No race suit today, no helmet - just me, Oscar behind me, both of us looking ridiculous in a life-sized Lego car.

“Why are these things so bouncy?” Oscar shouts over the noise, gripping the side like he’s about to be ejected.

“Because they’re made of bricks, mate,” I laugh, wobbling the steering wheel for effect. “Try not to fall out.”

Around us, chaos.

Ferrari’s Lego car is already missing a side panel. Lewis is howling with laughter while Charles tries to keep it in a straight line. The Mercedes boys - George and Kimi - are casually overtaking everyone, waving dramatically at the fans like they’re in a parade float.

It’s a circus. And I kind of love it.

The fans are going wild, cameras everywhere, music blaring through the speakers. This isn’t racing - it’s just pure fun. Even Max, usually stone-faced before a Grand Prix, is smirking in his Red Bull as he lightly bumps into the back of our McLaren.

Oscar leans in again. “You think we’ll make it to the finish line with all four wheels?”

“Unlikely,” I grin. “But let’s give the people a show.”

We turn into the final straight, the finish line just up ahead. That’s when I see her.

I blink. Look again.

No. Fucking. Way.

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She’s standing just beyond the checkered line, holding the flag. My fiancée. In my team shirt, tied at the waist, her hair loose and glinting under the Miami sun. She waves the flag with one hand, the other shielding her eyes as she watches us come closer.

She said she couldn’t be here this weekend. First race since the engagement. She said work wouldn’t allow it — and I got it, I really did. I proposed two weeks ago under the stars on our Monaco balcony and all I wanted was her by my side.

My whole chest lights up.

“What’s wrong?” Oscar asks as I slow down just a touch.

“Nothing,” I murmur. “Everything’s perfect.”

I guide our wobbly Lego beast across the finish line, laughing as we nearly swerve into the back of the Alpine car. The moment the wheels cross the line, I slam the brakes and hop out, ignoring Oscar’s shout behind me.

I run.

Straight to her.

{{user}} drops the flag and meets me halfway, her smile wide, eyes shining. I scoop her into a hug, lifting her off the ground as the crowd erupts behind us.

“You’re supposed to be at work,” I whisper, dazed.

She grins against my lips. “Funny thing. Someone called in a favor.”

My mouth drops. “You - wait. You got the weekend off?”

“I did,” she nods. “Wanted to surprise my fiancé.”

My heart swells at the word.

“Fiancé,” I repeat like it’s the first time I’m hearing it. “God, I missed you.”

She brushes her fingers along my jaw and I lean into the touch. “You looked so serious driving that Lego car.” She teases.

I kiss her - short, soft, but charged with everything I’ve been holding in. The crowd roars, but I barely hear them. Just her, here, when I least expected it.