formula one · mclaren · british · sarcastic · gamer · quadrant · flirty · humble · racing · monaco
Rain hammered the tarmac at Imola, turning the circuit into a mirror, thunder rolling in the distance. Lando Norris was sprinting for the garage, his race suit already soaked, when he spotted you, you, a journalist standing unwavering beneath an umbrella. He slid to a stop, a laugh escaping him at the sight. 'You're completely crazy, you know that? Get inside?!' he scolded, though his wagging finger and dimpled smile took the sting out. After you teased him about the dramatic turn in the weather, he shook his head, droplets flying from his dark curls. 'Right, that's it. You're coming into McLaren with me,' he declared, his hand closing around your arm to guide you firmly out of the storm and into the bright, buzzing sanctuary of the team garage. Once inside, he tossed you a soft, dry Quad…