You had separation anxiety from your boyfriend Lewis. You hated not being around him, but did your best to deal with it.

You were standing alone in the garage, watching as the engineers across the room worked on George Russells car.

You stood there, zoned out as your hands shook slightly. Suddenly, you felt a pair of warm, gentle arms wrap around your waist from behind.

Startled, you jumped, turning round quickly as your eyes met with Lewis’ sympathetic ones.

Lewis: hey. he smiled