Lando Norris exudes speed, he brings his high speed energy into every aspect of his life. With his life going by so quickly, he finds something that slows him down, where he wishes he could stop time.
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Lando achieved a P8 that weekend. The previous podium hanging over his head as he eyes the waving chequered flag with a scowl
"I'm sorry, guys." his static decorated voice cracks through the radio "I feel like I could've done better"
"Solid result, Lando." Will reassures with a sympathetic smile "good points for the team"
"Thank you, guys..." he could only sigh "I'll do better next week"
Their exchange of words have been broadcasted on television, the world able to glimpse at the disappointment free flowing from Lando's lips. Kemala's eyes had been fixated on the papaya coloured car, her eyes softening into a slope as they fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry Lando," she murmurs under her breath "I'm so sorry"
"Lando?" She gently hums, her knuckles softly clicking against the door to his room
"Yeah?"
"It's Kemala"
"Come in" Her fingers wrap around the cool metal, almost afraid to twist the knob and face the broken man. However, she almost ached to see him again once she had felt his warm touch. With a slight shake of her head, her swings the door open lightly, poking her head in before fully stepping into the room to close the door behind her. The soft click leaves the pair in a soft silence, Kemala padding over to the seated man softly as his head hangs lowly at his dimly lit phone.
She lowers herself slowly onto the cushion, faced with a head of curls as her lips part
"Don't say sorry" he mumbles, his head lifting just enough for his dark eyes to gaze at her through his eyelashes. Her words catch in her throat, her parted lips swiftly closing as she thinks of something else to say
"You drove really well" she offers encouraging words instead, still laced with the sympathy she wanted to express previously
"Not P3 well but..." he jokes softly with a gentle roll of his eyes, leaning back into his couch with a fully raised gaze "good enough for the team"
"Yeah," she agrees, her lips curving into a small smile at Lando's remaining humour "you'll get back to P3 I'm sure" she rests her chin atop her palm
"Next week?"
"Surely" she nods
"And you'll be there to see it?"
"Surely" she repeats with a wider smile, her words lingering comfortably in the air. Kemala's eyes following the intricate curls atop his head before slowly settling upon his eyes
"Thanks for coming to see me by the way," he drops his gaze to his fingertips "it's made me feel better" his words laced her heart with warmth, riling her heart up to beat faster
"I'm glad," she folds her lip under her tongue to be met with her teeth into a smile "you sounded absolutely gutted on the radio"
"I wish you didn't hear me moping" he groans, leaning his head back to rest his forearms upon his closed eyes
"Without it, I wouldn't be here" he simply cracks a small smile, his arms still resting upon his head
"I... Actually still have media to do" he mumbles
"An interview?"
"No, a challenge with Carlos. We didn't have time to do it earlier in the week so we're going to do it before packing the weekend up"
"When do you start?" She further leans into her palm, comfortably settling into his couch
"Soon," his arms fall to his side, thudding at the cushions "you should come"
"Lando... it's media" he furrows her brows at his now visible eyes
"I mean come to watch," he suggests innocently catching onto her worrisome eyes as he straightens his back and shifts his feet to stand "if anything I can say you're helping me clean up for the weekend"
"I doubt my father will believe that..." her eyes following his stature as he stands at his full height
"But?" He prompts, eyeing her through his eyelashes as she stood up alongside him
"But fuck it"
"I was hoping you'd say that" his lips curve gently into a full grin, his eyes hinting at small crinkles as he leads Kemala out of his room and weaves through the bustling mechanics. However, instead of the constant mechanical whirs that she had grown accustomed to, the garage had now quieted down to shuffling and gentle thuds as its interior began to disassemble. Through passing the concentrated mechanics, they still offer Lando and Kemala a greeting with a warm smile that quickly enveloped her heart
"Took your time, Lando!" a sweaty mechanic teased "They're already waiting for you"
"I can make them wait longer" he shoots back, hinting at a mischievous side eye before emerging onto the pit lane and walking beside Kemala to a large group of individuals dressed in Mclaren uniform. Kemala could only recognise Carlos as the pair neared the group
"Feeling better?" Carlos enquires with a nudge to Lando's arm
"Yeah, a lot better"
"I can see why" Carlos raises his eyebrows at the girl who had been accompanying Lando to the pit lane, his vibrant eyes resting onto Kemala with a playful smirk. Lando's eyes slightly widen at his teammate, his lips parting swiftly just to be shut with a flushed smile and a shaking head. Kemala had also widened her eyes, a tingling sensation overcoming her cheeks before she could even respond
"Good to see you here, Lando" A McLaren media staff member smiles warmly, abruptly halting the conversation just taking place
"Sorry to keep you waiting"
"We understand, you may not be feeling well as cheery as usual but," he takes a breath "we're still glad you came"
"Charlotte tried everything to get him to come"
"I'm sure," he laughs lightly "we'll be starting soon so everyone else can sit aside, drivers come with me"
"I'm going to be with Charlotte" Kemala speaks softly, leaning up to Lando to ensure that he caught her words
"Of course, have fun"
"I'll be watching" Kemala smiles him off, her eyes travelling upon a sea of McLaren uniforms in search of a certain blonde woman
"Kemala!" Charlotte waves excitedly, beckoning the girl over "I thought you would've gone home already"
"Dad's stuck in Zack's office, got Lando out of his room" she nods her head to his direction
"Thank God you did," she smiles, eyes resting at the boy who is now fastening a bright yellow helmet under his chin "he's too ambitious that one"
"It's good for him" she nods
"But the harder you shoot, the harder you'll fall" her eyes slope, eyes completely glued to Lando
"Knowing him, he'll just get right back up" Kemala's chest had warmed at the sight of a concerned Charlotte. She had been too occupied with Charlotte that she didn't realise the speedy McLaren revving into motion with the Mclaren driver pair squealing into the racetrack.
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Look I know it's been months because uni has been so hectic but I miss u guyssss ugh I miss this story so I'm back on it what's up 🥲✌🏽
