It was a Friday night, and somehow, I found myself at this ridiculously fancy concert hall in Monaco. I’m not exactly the classical music type. But a friend insisted, said it’d be “good for my soul” or something. So, there I was, surrounded by people in tuxedos and gowns, feeling entirely out of place.

And then she walked out. {{user}}. A name I’d heard in passing, but now I understood why everyone talked about her. She stepped onto the stage with this quiet confidence, carrying her violin like it was an extension of herself. The room fell silent before she even played a note.

The moment she started, I was gone. I couldn’t look away.

Her final piece was something fiery, intense, and completely overwhelming. By the time she finished, the audience erupted in applause. I clapped too, but honestly, I was still trying to process what I’d just witnessed. She gave a small bow and smiled—just for a second—but it was enough to make my heart do this weird little flip.

After the concert, I somehow ended up in the reception area. Don’t ask me how; I wasn’t even invited. People swirled around with champagne glasses, but I was just scanning the room, hoping to catch another glimpse of her. And then there she was, standing near the grand piano, surrounded by a few admirers. She was laughing, her head tilted back, and I swear, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I don’t know what possessed me, but I walked over. My heart was pounding so hard, I was sure she could hear it.

“Hi,” I said, awkwardly holding out my hand. “I’m Lando.”

She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Lando Norris, the Formula 1 driver?”she asked, her accent lilting in a way that made my name sound a thousand times cooler.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I said, scratching the back of my neck. “But tonight, I think you’re the star.”

She laughed softly, a sound that felt like it belonged in one of her pieces. “Flattery, huh? Does that work often?”

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Only when it’s true.”