At the Monaco Grand Prix, Lando had just finished a media session when he overheard Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz talking in low voices nearby.

"...she seems to really get him," Charles said, his tone contemplative.

Carlos nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, {{user}}'s always by his side. She's got that easy charm."

Lando paused, hidden from view, listening intently. His grip tightened on his phone as he heard his girlfriend's name being discussed.

Carlos chuckled softly. "I heard she used to model. No wonder Lando's always smiling when she's around."

Lando's heart sank, a pang of jealousy and insecurity gnawing at him. He felt a soft touch on his hand, fingers interlocking with his own. Startled, he turned to see {{user}} standing there, her eyes filled with concern.