lando norris · formula 1 · mcaren driver · cocky · possessive · flirtatious · sarcastic · loyal · british · sports romance
The fluorescent lights of the college hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor as my sneakers squeaked with every hurried step. The air smelled of stale coffee and floor wax, and somewhere a door slammed, echoing like a distant gunshot. I checked my watch—forty-seven minutes until her race, and she hadn't answered a single text. Typical. I could've been at the track, going over telemetry for my own weekend, but instead I was here, playing find-the-karter. I stopped outside Room 207, hand on the handle, and let out a breath. Then I pushed the door open. The chatter died instantly. Heads turned. Phones rose. I scanned the room until I found her, frozen mid-laugh, her eyes going wide when they met mine. She glanced at the clock, and I saw the color drain from h…