it's been 24 hours, Lando had no business being this upset over the race still, but it was hard not to. his mind kept on playing and replaying every little thing, and that was only turning his mood even more sour. which was really unfair for Isabela, that was currently his guest, and was having to put up with a pretty much mute person during their whole trip back to Monaco. After a longer shower then usual, Lando made his way back to his living room, he was wearing black tracksuit pants paired with his favorite oversize baby blue hoodie, hands in it's front pocket, forcing a soft smile into his face as the brunette looked his way. "I'm sorry" he mumbled, letting himself fall into the couch, laying with his belly down, face into a pillow that was right next to Isabela. "I'm being the worst company ever, that's not fair. specially after dragging you to the other side of the world." he eventually added, raising himself on his elbows to look at her. "I'm really glad to have you here with me though" he confessed, everything would be much harder if she wasn't, and he found himself all alone, which is something he tends to do in this type of situation. Part of him was still in awe how she quickly agreed and jumped at the opportunity to come with him to Monaco. Turning around and scooping himself up, he slowly laid his head over her lap. "How much would you mind if we order take out instead of going out? I still want to take you to my favorite restaurant that I told you about like I promised I would, but tomorrow instead maybe?" Lando quite literally pouted as he asked. @iscbelas
