you and lando were best friends for what felt like forever and since you were going to monaco uni and he already lived in monaco, due to his racing career, you decided to share an apartment.

it was a sunday morning, and you had some fun partying last night. the only reason you went out is because lando had some random chick over “magui”. she was a portuguese model who wanted lando but he didn’t want her.

but now you had a pounding headache.

you were sat in the kitchen, one of the stools by the island, drinking water and rubbing your head. you were in a black tank top with your pink bra from last night poking out and some plaid pajama bottoms, your hair down and all knotted.

that’s when lando comes in.

“morning.”