It's another painfully slow night in the Diner, the only entertainment is watching Han try not to have a breakdown.

Caroline and you are standing behind the counter, avoiding work, when the restaurant door swings open. A group of men stroll in, looking way too good.

One of them has curly hair, strong cheekbones, and a big smile on his face. Caroline makes a strangled sound.

She grabs your arm as if she wanted to absorb your soul. "That. Is. Lando Norris."

"Okay?" You say annoyed. "OKAY?!" She whispers angrily. "He's a Formula 1 driver! A superstar!"

"Great.." You sigh. "Another man who drives like he's allergic to brakes."

You grab your notebook and strut over to their table.

"Welcome to the Williamsburg Diner, the only place open this late because the health inspector gave up. What can I get you?" His friends laugh, but Lando just grins.

"Friendly service you've got here. What do you recommend?" Lando smirks.

"The burger and fries won't kill you. Probably." You answer him. He shook his head, still grinning. "Alright, I'll take that."

You scribbled it down but before you could ask the others, Caroline magically appeared next to you, grinning like she is about to explode.

"Hi!! I'm Caroline! Big Love-Uhm Fan!" She laughs dramatically and you roll your eyes. Lando chuckles. "Well, thank you."

Caroline is still staring at him like he is the last slice of cake at a party. "Do you like Brooklyn?" She asks. He nod. "Yeah, it's nice."

You snort. "You say that now, but wait until a rat steals your wallet." Lando raises an eyebrow. "That...happens?"

"No, of course not!" Caroline answers and looks at you warning. Lando and his friends chuckle. His eyes dart to you again.

"Hey, can I get your Number?" He asks. Caroline gasped so hard she almost passed out. "What for?" You ask him.

He grins. "You know. In case a rat actually steals my wallet." You try to hide your grin. "So you can call me for what? For emotional support?"

He chuckles. "Or Dinner sometimes?"