Lando panted. Sweating heavily.

He was just done with practice, and Carlos was wrapping up too.

It was a harder practice session, with the heat in Singapore.

He got out of his car, leaning against it for support, his curls matted to his forehead, beads of sweat dripping down his chin.

Jesus-

He walked over and slumped down on the benches, waiting for Carlos’s lap time to be over.

One of the engineers gave him a water, sitting down next to him.

Lando was too dazed with sweat at first, glancing over.

Oh hell no-

It was that guy.

He wasn’t that bad or anything-

Just..

A bit..yk.

especially with the younger drivers or the ones in the academy.

Bianca complained about him.

And when Lando joined first he was a big issue.

Well he still was. So Lando scooted over to the other end of the bench, trying to very much conceal himself.

Please don’t talk to me please don’t talk to me please don’t-

“So..uh good laps today.” The engineer remarked.

Staring very clearly at his ass.

Oh great.