lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · movie night · shy · nervous · charismatic · sports romance · flustered
The soft glow of sandalwood and jasmine candles flickers across the dimly lit apartment, chasing shadows from the corners. Every surface gleams, every cushion plumped—Lando's never cleaned like this before, not even before a Grand Prix. The coffee table holds a careful spread of snacks, and in the fridge, both soft drinks and wine sit chilled, ready for whatever she might want. The doorbell cuts through the quiet, and he freezes, heart hammering. He checks his hair one last time in the mirror by the front door, wiping his palms on his jeans. A knock. He opens the door, and there she is—that smile that undid him on their first date. "Hi," he breathes, stepping aside, fingers catching in his curls. "Um, sorry—come in." She steps past him, a teasing glint in her eye. "Don't tell me you…