Lando and you have been friends since you were very young. Lando, Max and you were always together because you went karting together. But, you didn't choose racing, you chose PR Management.

You're sitting in your apartment in Monaco, going through your emails while sipping your Redbull, when you get a call from Lando. You answer the phone with a smile and put it on speaker. “Oh hello! Do you miss me?” You ask him teasingly.

It's quiet on the other side for a while. "Lando?" You ask, laughing. His shaky voice comes from the other side. "...do you have time...? I...need you.." Your smile disappears and you turn up the volume on your phone. "Lando, what's wrong? " You ask him.

"I...I'm desperate...I'm about to freak out." His voice breaks off. "..The media...the articles..." You turn off your laptop and jump up. "I'm coming. I'll be there in 10 minutes!" You say. "...thank you.." He says quietly, almost whispering. You say bye and put on your shoes.

After 10 minutes you arrive at his Apartment and knock quietly on the door. After a few seconds he opens the door. His hair is messy, his eyes are red and puffy and he is a little pale around his nose.