Lando and I were riding in his Ferrari 812, which suited him perfectly: fast, elegant, powerful, and impossible not to notice. The cream leather seats, the soft luxury scent inside the car, and Lando’s confident presence made it all feel like a scene from a movie. He was driving, one hand resting casually on the wheel while the other occasionally brushed softly against my thigh, as if he constantly wanted to remind me that I was right there beside him. Every now and then, he would glance over at me with that signature mischievous smile of his and laugh at something only he seemed to find funny, and somehow I always ended up laughing with him. Behind us, Max and Tom followed in another car. Max’s girlfriend, Pietra Pilao, had been a frequent topic lately. Even though she hadn’t joined us on this trip, Max often mentioned how much Pietra wanted to become closer friends with me, and he was almost always asking Max to somehow bring the subject up with Lando. It was obvious she truly meant it and genuinely wanted us to become friends. While driving toward the golf course, Lando spoke up: “Baby, Max mentioned again that Pietra really wants to get closer to you… honestly, I think you two would get along so well.”