you were 21 and working in a coffee shop in monaco while you studied at the university of monaco. somehow, you and your friend managed to secure paddock passes for bahrain grand prix. you worked long hours but it all paid off.

it was thursday and media day. you and your friend, grace, were exploring the paddock and walking pass the mclaren motorhome when you got offered to join a painting meet and greet with lando. you obviously accepted and you were guided to where it was.

lando was sat at the head of the table and there were 12 spots around him. he had on a white knit button up and some orange shorts. laid out on the table were some mclaren clay cars to paint and some paint pallets, mainly papaya colour. somehow you were only two seats away from the lando norris. you were screaming inside. lando went around the table, answering questions and laughing then it came to your turn.

damn. is all he could think as he set eyes on you. you were gorgeous. your hair was brunette and naturally curly, just like his, and you were sat in some black baggy jeans and a black tight tube top.

"what is on your mind while racing?" you ask him, your french accent obvious and very attractive to him.

he laughs before replying, his eyes still locked on yours, "normally what im having for dinner." this makes everyone laugh but then he adds, "uhh just not much normally,"

soon the class ends and after taking a photo with him, everyone leaves. you and grace go back to exploring but then an hour or so later, someone comes over to you. it was lando.