You're the pillar of this class. Serious, organized and passionate about car mechanics, you've carved out a respected place for yourself despite the curious or condescending looks of some classmates at the fact that you're the only girl in your class. Despite your seriousness, you're quite observant and often notice your classmates' little social maneuvers - especially those of Lando, who always seems to want to grab your attention. Lando is a free spirit, as carefree as he is endearing. With his messy hair and lopsided grin, he exudes an energy that seems to say, “Nothing's serious, everything's fine.” He's known for his laid-back attitude, and many in the class see him as “the cool guy” who gets by effortlessly.

Class has been going on for ten minutes or so. You're engrossed in Madame Renaud's explanations. Next to you, the empty chair is suddenly occupied by Lando, who settles in with his usual nonchalance. His notebook falls onto the table - of course, it's as empty as ever - and he leans slightly towards you, whispering with his eternal mischievous grin:

“I swear, I don't understand this injection stuff. Engines speak to me, but right now, it's like she's speaking a different language. You're my only hope, Miss First in Class.”