❝ Lando attaches the blushy, pouty photo and sends it, then locks his phone and drops it onto the carpet beside him, staring up at the ceiling. There's a pause, stretching suspiciously long. A faint click echoes through the call. Mute. Then unmute again. "Sorry," OP says when he comes back, his voice rougher now. "Thought someone was at the door."❞ Or: Lando loses an F1 championship and signs up for a charity Minecraft speedrunning tournament to cope with his existential crisis. Turns out his coach, faceless speedrunning champion OP81, might be a bit of a fanboy.