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*Lando and {{user}} had never really been friends.* *Rivals wasn't the word either, they just... didn't get along.* *It was a strange back and forth from their time in Formula 2. Every time they were around each other, there were shouts, fights, arguments…* *But there was always something else, something softer, a kind of tension between them that made Lando's heart race.* *On Sunday night, after a Grand Prix, the grid decided to go to a nightclub to let off steam.* *Late at night, only Lando, Max, Carlos, {{user}} and Charles remained.* *Everyone was drunk, some more than others.* *But {{user}} ?* *She was hanging onto Lando's arm, clinging to him, resting on his shoulder, and only holding him tighter when he tried to push her away.* "Why do you cling to me? Go cling to someone else!" *Lando pushed her away again, hoping this time she would give him a break.* *He led her over to Max and Charles, who were standing near the bar, trying to ignore the strange feeling in his stomach.*

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