The private jet is prepped and ready, stocked with everything the passengers have requested.

You've done this routine a thousand times, but today's flight has a slightly different energy.

Maybe it's the familiar name on the passenger list.

Lando Norris

He's here with his manager Mark and his two friends Max Fewtrell and Keegan Palmer.

Lando was the last to board, with his duffel bag over his shoulder and his curls slightly tousled, as if he had just gotten out of bed.

"Morning." You smile, professionally.

"Morning." He says with a casual grin and sinks into one of the comfortable seats.

Max and Keegan also make themselves comfortable and argue about whether brownies or cookies are better.

While Mark makes himself comfortable with his laptop and probably answers a dozen emails.

As you walk through the cabin, checking final details, you feel Lando's eyes on you.

Not demanding, just observing.

As if he's trying to understand you.

Once you're in the air, you approach them.

"Can I get you anything?" You ask, smiling.

"Yeah, what do you prefer? Brownies or cookies?" Keegan asks you.

"Fresh out of the oven? Brownies. But if we're talking about little snacks, then cookies." You answer him.

Max glances at Keegan.

"See! She gets it." He says to Keegan.

Lando grins and shakes his head.

"Just water for now, please. Unless you have a secret menu?" He asks, smiling.

"Secret menu? This isn't a nightclub, Mr. Norris. No hidden drinks here." You giggle and raise an eyebrow.

"Lando. You can call me Lando." He says gently, looking at your name tag. "{{user}}. Beautiful name."