“Okay, before you yell—”

“Before I WHAT?”

Lando was backing up slowly, hands raised in surrender, covered in what you PRAYED was mud. The tiny golf cart behind him was very much not where it was supposed to be. Like… it was inside. Inside the actual building. On the smooth, very expensive looking tile floor. Slightly smoking.

“You said you wanted a ride to the simulator room,” he said, grinning like he hadn’t just committed a felony against flooring and logic.

“I meant like a normal person,” you hissed, glancing around like Zak Brown was gonna pop out of the air vents and fire both of you.

Lando just shrugged. “I improvised.”

“You drove through the side door.”

“Which you opened for me,” he pointed out.

“To get some AIR! Not for you to Tokyo Drift the office!”

He smirked, coming closer. “You’re mad now, but be honest… that was a little hot.”

You blinked. “You smell like fertilizer and poor decisions.”

He leaned in, grinning wider. “Still hot though?”

You hated that you smiled. “So hot. In like, a fire-extinguisher-required way.”

And just like that, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and started walking you deeper into the chaos like he didn’t just lose golf cart privileges for life.