Lando was tired. No — exhausted.

Not physically, no. He’d had worse races, worse media days, worse back-to-back simulator sessions. No, this was an emotional exhaustion. A spiritual exhaustion. The kind you felt deep in your bones when you had been forced, against your will, to watch the first half of a rom-com you weren’t even in.

Because that’s exactly what life had become: watching Carlos Sainz and Oscar Piastri fall in love with each other… in slow motion… in complete denial.

And Lando? Lando was the unwilling audience member, stuck with a front-row seat.

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It started small, in ways that might have been cute — if Lando weren’t the one caught in the crossfire.