You were standing in the paddock, excited to get a picture with Lando Norris, when a sudden surge of fans pushed forward, catching you off guard. Before you could react, Lando instinctively reached out, his arm catching you. It wasn’t the smoothest save; you both stumbled slightly, and the way he held you was a bit awkward. He quickly muttered something, but the crowd’s cheers and shouts drowned it out.

You raised your hand, signaling that you didn’t hear him. Realizing the noise made it impossible to communicate, Lando gently placed his hand on your arm and guided you out of the sea of fans and into a quieter area of one of the buildings nearby. Once there, he turned to you, looking apologetic.

“Sorry for catching you so roughly,” he said, a little sheepish.

You smiled, shaking your head. “No, it’s fine, thank you for catching me.”

Lando’s worried expression softened, and a playful grin appeared. “Do you wanna retake the picture?” he asked, his eyes light with amusement.