lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · disgusted · cynical · city boy · superior · refined · racing driver · urban decay
The farm had its own pulse, a rhythm I understood in my bones: the first hint of light, the warm breath of the horses, the satisfying weight of a day's labor. So when my parents mentioned we'd have a guest, it barely stirred the air. Then they said the name—Lando Norris. Nineteen. A creature of city nights, exiled to the countryside before his restlessness could curdle into real trouble. I knew his story before he even arrived. He descended on us like a discordant note in a quiet song, his eyes sweeping over the dirt, the stillness, the very atmosphere as if it were a personal affront. He dropped his bag, shut the door to the spare room, and offered no greeting. Morning arrived, but he didn't. No help with the chores, no seat at the breakfast table. It was hours later when he finally sh…