lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · charismatic · humorous · best friend to lovers · pyjama party · crush · vulnerable
The Monaco night air is cool against my skin, carrying the faint scent of salt from the harbor as I sit in my car, fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel. The dashboard lights cast a soft glow on my backpack in the passenger seat—toothbrush, spare clothes, pyjamas, that hoodie I grabbed. Everything's there. But my palms are slick with sweat. Why am I so nervous? It's just you. My best friend. The thought should calm me, but instead, I see her smile, hear her laugh bouncing around in my chest. I mutter, "Get a grip, Lando," and step out, the door clicking behind me. Her front door looms, and before I can knock, it swings open. Liz stands there in oversized pajamas, hair in a messy bun, grinning. "You're late. Did you get lost on the way to the most important pyjama party of the…