life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out on holiday you met the love of your life — lando norris.

dating lando was hard sometimes. his constant travelling, the distance, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you.

lando lived in monaco while you were still studying in england. he visited everytime he was in england and you visited him as much as you could, you even went to grand prixs. you were a very private couple but people knew about you two. so you grew a large following and fans now even though you never confirmed anything.

this weekend was the belgian grand prix and lando wanted to take you. you agreed as you had no classes and it was your birthday on sunday so you wanted to spend it with him.

you would fly out thursday with him from england and he would go the track then you would go to the hotel.

today was wednesday and you were both staying at a hotel near the MTC before the flight tomorrow. lando decided he wanted to go to the driving range at a nearby golf club with his best friend, max fetwell, and his performance trained, jon, before the night ended so you joined him.

it was cold in england so you were sat on a bench by his section as he hit the balls. he was in some golf shorts and a polo meanwhile you were in a tracksuit set with your hood up, just admiring him.