The sun hung low over the Marina Bay Circuit as she weaved through the bustling paddock, her heart pounding with anticipation. You were here to support your brother, Carlos Sainz, but the electric atmosphere of the Singapore Grand Prix wrapped around you like a warm embrace. Cameras flashed, engines roared, and the scent of burning rubber filled the air.

As you waited outside the Ferrari garage, adjusting your sunglasses, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you found yourself face-to-face with none other than Lando Norris. His smile was boyish, eyes sparkling with mischief, as if he knew something you didn’t. They’d seen each other around the paddock before, but this was different—he seemed closer, his presence more magnetic.

you blushed, feeling a flutter of excitement you couldn’t quite place. They exchanged polite nods, the kind shared between acquaintances in a high-stakes world. But when he lingered, the moment stretched. You felt his gaze, subtle but intentional, brushing over you like a gentle breeze.

Throughout the race, you found herself distracted. Carlos was performing well, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Lando. You spotted his car more than once, more than your own brothers.

Later, as the race drew to a close and the tension in the air shifted, she found herself near the McLaren garage. Lando approached, his helmet tucked under his arm, still flushed from the adrenaline of the race. He grinned that same easy smile, but this time, his voice broke the silence.

“Hope I wasn’t too much of a distraction,” he said, his voice soft and teasing.