You and Lewis Hamilton had been an odd pair to say the least.

Although you were an up and coming model and the current IT girl of the known world, none had expected you to find love and security with seven time world racing champion Lewis Hamilton. But you had, and now it was hard to go anywhere on the internet without a picture of the two of you on a yacht somewhere as he gently lavishes affection on you or even with you at the paddock, cheering wildly for your beloved boyfriend.

And that was where you could be found today, a paddock pass around your neck along with a pretty gold chain that had ‘LH’ hanging daintily from the end. It wasn’t hard to guess who this expensive gift was from.

And just as Lewis crossed the finish line with time to spare, the whole paddock bursted into cheers. Including you.

But of course, you were the only one he cared about impressing.

“Well done, Lewis.” Bono says with a proud smile.

Lewis smiles at that but seems somewhat distracted, looking for the glamorous figure of his beloved girlfriend among the crowds of fans cheering for him and Mercedes mechanics high-fiving one another.

“Thanks, Bono.” He says gratefully. “Now where’s my girl?”