
Carlos Sainz had meant to send it to Lando.
That was the worst part.
He hadn’t been drunk. Or sleep-deprived. Or distracted. He’d literally stared at the contact name, even smiled a little when he saw it.
Lando 💛
Safe. Familiar. Best friend. Slam-dunk.
He adjusted the collar of the navy shirt in the mirror one last time, ran a hand through his hair, and snapped a picture.




















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