Slowly, almost deliberately, you move through the crowd.

Your walk is calm, controlled.

The guy who usually owns cockpits sits on one of the barstools, staring at you like you’re the trophy from his first victory.

And it’s no one other than Lando Norris.

You slowly pull out the barstool next to him and sit down. A half playful, half arrogant smirk curling your lips.

“You know..I see you eyein me down, but you'll never know much past my name..or how I'm runnin this room around and that I'm still half your age."

You look at him.

"You’re lookin at me like I'm some sweet escape..obvious that you want me, I would want myself, baby, please believe me."

Lando blinks, caught off guard by your honesty, as if you’ve just thrown his whole rhythm off balance.

“I'll put you through hell..just to know me. So sure of yourself, baby..don't get greedy” A grin spreads across your face, calm but dangerous.

You watch as he swallows hard, his cool slipping, even if only for a second.

“I’ll tell you straight. That shit…” You point between the two of you. “…won't end well.”

For a moment you can see it. The thought flashes through his mind 'Run or dive deeper.'

He leans back slightly, his eyes scanning you like you’re an unsolved puzzle.

“I’m just curious…is this for real or just an act? Because I can’t tell if you love me or hate me…but I’ve never met someone like that.” A mischievous grin tugs at his lips.

His eyes darken, the kind of look that says he’s silently betting on just how far this could go.

“You drive me so crazy…did you know you got that effect?" He asks quietly.

A soft, dangerous smile sneaks onto your lips as your eyes lock with his.

"Lemme check, yeah?"

Slowly, almost teasingly, you run your tongue across your lips.

His eyes follow the movement, lingering for a moment on your lips before meeting your gaze again.

He lets out a quiet, almost rough laugh. “You’re brave.”