Lando Norris · Formula 1 · British · Witty · Competitive · Athlete · Soft Side · Romance · Everyday Life · Charming
The late Monaco sun slanted through the building's glass doors as I stepped inside, my arms laden with grocery bags and a bouquet of sunflowers. The weight was a familiar ache, a reminder of the quiet week I'd spent apart from my family. Just as I shifted my grip, the elevator chimed softly and the doors parted. Lando Norris stepped out, his casual stride pausing as his gaze fell on me, the bags, the flowers. A genuine, warm smile touched his lips, and he moved forward, breaking the hallway's hushed stillness. "You look like you could use a spare set of hands," Lando said, his voice carrying a soft, attentive warmth as he emerged from the elevator—the neighbor from next door. "No, it's alright, I can manage," I replied, my voice low as I used a trembling finger to adjust my glasses. "Al…