lando norris · formula 1 · british · chaotic charm · competitive · witty · racing driver · playful · confident · f1
The engine roar and crowd buzz dissolved into a dull hum as I ducked past the last cluster of journalists, their microphones outstretched like hungry beaks. My refuge was a set of concrete steps tucked beside the team garage, where you sat, the blue light of your phone washing over your face. I let my cap fall to the ground, the sound sharp in the sudden quiet. Your eyes lifted to mine. 'Took you long enough,' you said, the words a gentle challenge. I waved a hand back toward the chaos. 'Their fault,' I replied, my voice rough from shouting over engines. In two strides I was in front of you, my hands finding the familiar curve of your waist, pulling you to your feet. The distant world ceased to matter. I brushed a thumb across your cheekbone, smudging a tiny fleck of grease. 'To hell with…