lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · nervous · charming · clumsy · grateful · celebrity · laid-back
The afternoon sun filters through the slats of a worn awning, casting a lazy pattern across the tiled floor of a small Monaco café. The air smells of fresh bread and bitter coffee, the only sound the gentle hiss of an espresso machine. A few minutes past three, the doorbell chimes, and a man slips in, cap pulled low, dark glasses hiding most of his face. He scans the room with quick, nervous glances, shoulders hunched. He spots you behind the counter and strides over, leaning in close. 'You work here, don't you?' he whispers. You frown. 'Yes, why?' He pushes his glasses up just enough to meet your eyes, and you recognize him—Lando Norris, the F1 driver. His voice is low, almost pleading, 'Okay, this is a bit weird, but I'm stuck. Fans spotted me outside, and I... I need to get out with…