The café on the corner of the paddock was quieter than expected, the hum of post-race conversations blending with the hiss of an espresso machine. {{user}} had just settled into a corner seat when someone slid into the chair across from them, a playful smirk already in place.

"Mind if I join?" Lando Norris asked, brushing a hand through his slightly messy curls.

It took a second to process—Lando. Norris. Sitting right there.

"You look like you’ve seen a ghost," he chuckled, tapping the table. "Or are you just that surprised I need caffeine too?"