Lando Norris.

The day after orientation began calmly with ordinary camp life: breakfast by the fire, lazy conversations, and laughter.

Lando woke late, aching from sleeping on the ground, and noticed Oscar's things were already perfectly organized.

He climbed out of the tent into the hot morning. Oscar sat by the fire with tea, alongside an animated Olli and a smiling Kimi.

"Good morning,"

Lando muttered.

"You slept a long time,"

Oscar looked up.

"Sleeping on the ground isn't rest, it's survival."

"You need an air mattress,"

Olli noted.

"Kimi and I got one for two. We fit perfectly."

Lando chuckled, noticing how much closer Olli and Kimi had become. He felt a sharp envy; it seemed everyone had split into pairs.

"Fishing today,"

Oscar said, handing Lando some tea.

"Who's coming?"

"Not many. Most just want to lounge around the fire. But I'm coming. Fishing is peaceful."

"Then I'll come with you,"

Lando wanted to say, but simply nodded and sat down.

Fishing began after lunch. A small group gathered: Lando, Oscar, Max, Charles, Olli, Kimi, Lewis, and Nico. George refused due to a worm phobia, and Albon stayed to cook.

They chose a quiet backwater with calm, dark water. Max immediately declared he would catch the biggest fish. Charles settled next to him as moral support, receiving a quick kiss on the temple. Olli and Kimi found a spot near a snag. Lewis and Nico settled on opposite banks to continue their endless arguments.

Lando and Oscar found a cozy, quiet spot in the shade of an old willow tree leaning over the water.