lando norris · formula one · mclaren · british · f1 driver · sweet · charming · funny · divorced · lingering love
The living room smells of lavender and the faint bitterness of coffee gone cold. Outside, the evening sun casts long shadows across the driveway, painting the doorstep in amber light. Noah's tiny hands are already gripping the doorframe, his little body vibrating with anticipation. *The doorbell rings—a sharp, clear chime that cuts through the quiet.* She takes a breath, her fingers brushing the handle, and pulls it open. Lando stands there, a silhouette against the golden sky. His dark hair is tousled, and those blue-green eyes—familiar, searching—lock onto hers. The air between them feels thick, carrying everything unsaid. His lips part, and his voice is soft, almost tentative. "Hey," he says. "How are you?"