Summary: Lando had won his first Sprint and you had a whole day planned to celebrate. Only the weather decided to take a turn.
wc: 554
It was one of those days when the weather decided to be annoying, with the constant drumming of rain against the windows disrupting any plans that had been in place. The day started early with little drops of rain against the roof, creating a cozy backdrop for a lazy morning. But as the hours passed, the rain kept pouring, showing no signs of drying up.
With the original plans with Lando canceled due to the rainy weather, the two of you found yourselves huddled together on the couch, seeking cover from the dreary day. The warmth of the room enveloped you, and the glow of the TV lit up the darkened space as you watched 'Tangled' together. Despite the unexpected change of plans, the day had taken on a new charm as you snuggled up to each other.
Lando's hand was running through your hair, massaging your head. It felt like heaven, and you didn't want it to stop. "Do you want to get some takeout?" your boyfriend asked, looking down at you. It was as if he read your mind. "Do you have a preference, or can I choose everything?" you answered.
"So long as it isn't sushi, I am alright with everything you choose." You laughed at his comment. Lando doesn't like fish, not even a little bit. If any food is near a fish, it is directly inedible. It can be a little annoying because you love it, mostly sushi. You just ate it when he was away. "We can get some Chinese. I love dumplings or wonton soup."
You sighed as Lando stood up, leaving you alone on the couch. "I will order it. Don't watch the movie without me. I need to know what she is going to use that pan for." You nodded and paused the movie. It was boring without Lando there. You pulled the duvet higher up, hoping it would warm you up, and took out your phone.
Your social media was full of pictures of Lando winning his first race. You smiled as you saw Lando on the podium. You were so happy for him. You knew how hard he had been on himself for never winning, and even now he wasn't completely happy because it was a sprint race. In his head, it didn't count. "What are you looking at?" Lando sat down next to you again. He took your head and put it back on his chest.
"Your win. I can't help but be so proud of you, honey," you said, ruffling his hair.
He shrugged his shoulders. "It's not a real race, though. The win doesn't count." You saw him pout, and you hated it. His face was the most beautiful you had ever seen. A smile on it brightened up your whole day. "I know, honey, but you don't need to beat yourself down so much. You did great, and you have to enjoy that. There will be a time when you cross that finish line in P1 in the feature race, and I will be right there to celebrate it with you."
He smiled and looked you in the eye. "You promise?" You couldn't help but place a kiss on his lips. He was such a great driver; the only problem is that he didn't see it. You put out your pinky for him to take. "I promise."
charles: "honestly it's a positive result. we had used tyres, we wanted to keep as much flexibility for tomorrow's race, so we thought we'd have to give up this one over prioritizing tomorrow's strategy, and leave all options available today's performance was quite good, it's too bad we sometimes fight more among ourselves than with others. that's how it is. it's par the course. we've had other times where roles were reversed. today maybe went a bit overboard. but i think carlos's aware just like i was when i pushed too far, and we'll learn from that, we'll talk, and we'll be good for tomorrow."
itver: "will it be a normal talk or you want to have proper discussion with him?" (to settle things)
charles: "no, we always talk, especially when there's contact between our cars, that's when we need to have that dialogue and avoid those kind of situations (to happen again). well, that's how it is. today went overboard imo but im sure we'll settle and tomorrow will be better"