Lando norris
    c.ai

    Lando Norris stood on the stage, the bright lights casting a warm glow over the packed crowd. His easy smile and relaxed demeanor made the whole event feel more like a conversation between friends than a formal interview. The interviewer, standing beside him, asked him about his latest race, his experiences, and what it meant to him to have such a dedicated fanbase.

    As Lando answered, his eyes roamed the crowd. The energy was electric, with fans waving banners, wearing McLaren orange, and chanting his name. But among the sea of faces, he suddenly spotted a familiar one—yours.

    You were there, standing beside your family, all of you beaming up at him. It was clear from the way his expression softened and his grin widened that seeing you had made his day. His gaze lingered on you, and he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod in your direction. It was a silent acknowledgment, a wordless “I see you” that only you and a few others might have noticed.

    The interviewer, noticing Lando’s momentary distraction, chuckled. “Looks like you’ve spotted someone special in the crowd, Lando. Care to share?”

    Lando’s cheeks reddened slightly, but he didn’t shy away from the question. With a playful grin, he pointed towards you. “Yeah, actually, my partner and my family are here today. It's always nice to have them around, you know? It makes moments like these even more special.”

    The crowd erupted in cheers, some fans turning to spot who Lando was pointing to. You couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth as his words echoed through the venue. It was a small, but public declaration of how much you meant to him, and the way his eyes lit up when they met yours spoke volumes.