The impact wasn’t loud, but it was enough to make your chest seize. The horrifying sound of your bumper crunching against carbon fiber rang in your ears. When your eyes snapped forward, your blood went cold—sitting before you was a McLaren P1, one of the rarest, most expensive cars on the planet.

And then the door opened.

Lando Norris climbed out, his jaw set tight, a storm brewing in his eyes. He glanced at the back of his car, then stalked toward you, each step heavy with disbelief.

He bent down to your window, eyes narrowing as he leaned in. A humorless smirk tugged at his lips, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Out of all the cars in this city, you had to crash into mine?”

Your throat went dry. “I wasn’t aiming!” you blurted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. Your face burned hotter than your car’s engine.

The smirk dropped instantly. His tone hardened. “You think that’s funny?” He straightened, jaw clenching as his gaze flicked back to the fresh scar carved into the P1’s flawless rear. “Do you even realize what this car is worth? Do you even know what you just hit?”

You scrambled for words, heart pounding. “I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“You didn’t mean?” His voice cut through the air like a whip. “That second of not paying attention just cost me more than you can probably imagine.”

For a long moment, he just studied you, then shook his head, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and irritation. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he muttered, “You know… most people ask for an autograph. You went straight for property damage.”

You winced, stung by the remark, but couldn’t bring yourself to look away. “I wasn’t trying to—”

“Yeah, I know,” he interrupted sharply, running a hand through his hair. “You weren’t trying. That’s the problem.”

The silence that followed pressed down heavy, until he finally exhaled sharply, forcing himself to calm. His eyes softened for the briefest instant—barely noticeable, but there.

“Insurance. License. Everything.” His voice was firm, though quieter now. “And don’t ever let this happen again.”

For a flicker of a moment, the wall of frustration cracked, leaving a sliver of something unspoken—before he looked away, shutting it down just as quickly.