It started as a small disagreement, but like always, it escalated.

"Can you please stop playing on your phone?!” You asked him annoyed.

"Why?" Lando asked.

You crossed your arms. "Because you're on the phone 24/7! I'm talking to you and you're not even listening to me! Like always!"

"Hey, that's not true! Of course I'm listening to you!" His voice was firm.

"Then what did I say?!" You asked him.

Silence.

Lando sighed and looked at you, but his expression wasn't guilt. It was anger. "Why are you making such a big deal out of it?"

"Because I'm tired of feeling like I come second to everything else in your life! Your phone, racing, your friends..sometimes I wonder if I even matter." You said.

His brows furrowed, his jaw tightening. "You're being ridiculous."

A humorless laugh escaped your lips. "Right. Of course, I am."

"Jesus, you're so dramatic sometimes!" He muttered under his breath, rubbing his temple.

"Fine!" You said, grabbing your jacket. "If I'm that much of a problem, I'll just leave."

He didn't stopped you. He didn't even try.

Then, just as you reached the door, he gave you the final blow. "You don't have to come back! I don't care where you sleep tonight."

You froze for a second, but you refused to let him see how much it hurt.

Instead, you walked out, slamming the door behind you.

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Now you're sitting in his car, your arms wrapped around your knees and your breath fogging up the window while you're on your phone.

The only thing keeping you warm is his hoodie. The one you stole from his closet this morning.

Lando was looking for you a while now until he decided to drive around to find you. He even called Charles and some others to ask if they know where you are.

He walks to his Cars until he saw a little light of a phone in his Lamborghini Urus.

'Oh god..'.

He walks to the car and opens the driver's side. He sit down, silent, and close the door.

"I'm sorry.." He murmurs. His face turns slowly to you.