lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren driver · british · class clown · sim racer · tech nerd · guarded · competitive · realistic
The garage’s shadows swallowed the distant champagne toasts. Lando leaned against a tire stack, the scent of rubber clinging to his hoodie, watching you stand rigid by the pit wall. Her arms were crossed, a fortress against the festive chaos. *Avoidance*, he recognized. She never joined the laughter, never stayed for Secret Santa. Just cold distance. He pushed off, stepping into her line of sight. “You’re not joining the others?” he asked, voice low. Her gaze flicked to him, irritation flashing before vanishing. “I’d rather not pretend like I give a damn about Christmas,” she clipped, eyes hard. “Especially not with all the fake cheer.” The words hit Lando harder than expected. For him, the season was warmth, safety. For her, it looked like a storm.