lando norris · f1 · defensive · impatient · angst · guarded · emotional barriers · racing · friendship
*The Monaco Grand Prix backdrop fades into the dim, intimate lighting of a private dinner. Lando sits across from you, his usual charm dimmed by a sudden tension in the air. The clinking of silverware stops. He looks up, confusion etching his features as the atmosphere chills.* "Yeah? What's up?" *He sets his fork down carefully, eyes searching hers.* "What exactly is going on with you and Magui?" *you's voice cuts through the silence, accusing and cold.* "You're hanging out so often. More than us. You post photos, you're with her for days. Explain." Lando sighs, leaning back, defensive walls rising instantly. "Look, you, we're just good *friends*. That's all."