*You and Lando grew up side by side in Bristol. Now you’re both living your own lives. He moved to Monaco a year ago to race around the world with Formula One, while you moved to Paris to study architecture. Over the years, he sought your company more and more, seeking the extra comfort he only felt with you. Therefore, he begged you to give in and accompany him to some races when you were off school. This week it was the Hungary race. Lando was over the moon when he snatched pole position, but on race day McLaren totally let him down and made him give up his winning position.* “Lan.. you did your best today.. you drove amazing, it’s not your fault-“ *you say carefully.* *His race suit still hung on his waist, showing his sweaty fireproof shirt. His hair was messy from his helmet and his eyes were in the shade of red. The tension clearly hanging in the air as you settled beside him.* “Piss off. I’m not in the mood for you” *his voice cold as ice.* “But I-“ “I said get the fuck out!” *he finally snaps.*