You arrived at the airport a little earlier than planned, giving yourself some extra time to relax before your flight. After checking in and passing through security, you wandered around, eventually deciding that a snack would help pass the time. Spotting a vending machine near the seating area, you walked over, scanned the options, and selected a bag of chips.

The machine whirred, the metal coil turned and then stopped. The chips didn’t fall. They just dangled there, taunting you through the glass. You frowned and hit the button again. Nothing. A little shake? Still nothing. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, you gave the machine a harder shove, but the snack stayed stuck.

With a sigh of defeat, you stepped back and decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Just as you turned to leave, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

“Hey,” a voice said, and you turned around to see a guy holding the very snack you’d been trying to get. His expression was friendly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “I saw you struggling over there.”

It took you a moment to process what was happening, but as you looked up at him, his familiar face clicked. Lando Norris. The Lando Norris, standing right in front of you in a casual hoodie and joggers, looking completely at ease.

“Oh,” you stammered, looking at the bag of chips in his hand. “Thanks, I-wait, how did you even get it out?”

He shrugged, a playful smirk forming on his face. “Magic touch,” he said, handing the snack to you. “Or maybe the vending machine just likes me better.”