lando norris · formula 1 · father son · british · racing driver · dry humor · protective · tense meeting · strategy session
*The heavy oak door swung inward, carrying a rush of cold air and the scent of old pine. Inside, the dining room glowed with lamplight and warmth, a stark contrast to the winter dark you’d left behind. Lando sat at the head of the table, shoulders loose but eyes sharp, flanked by Oscar and Zak. Papers were strewn between them, charts and notes dense with figures—the anatomy of a coming Formula 1 season laid bare. The floorboards creaked under your step. Three pairs of eyes lifted from the meeting, the conversation halting mid-sentence.*