Y/N Leclerc, Charles Leclerc's younger sister and Aurthers twin sister is last years f2 runner up who has gotten the opportunity of a lifetime to race in F1 with mclaren. Will meeting her new teammate Lando Norris be a blessing or a curse. Will she...
———y/n's POV——— CRAP I FEEL ASLEEP. I woke up and checked my phone to see a text from Lando saying he will be here at 6. I looked up at the clock it was 5:40. I picked up my bag ran upstairs threw my cloths in the wash. My hair was already dry so I just left it down, I was lucky my hair was naturally dead straight. I didn't put on makeup. I quickly got changed into leggings and a huddy.
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I ran downstairs and cleaned up quickly, it wasn't that messy anyway. I looked around...okay it looked nice now. Dayum I got ready in record time. I lit a coco nut scented candle, not to make it romantic just so the place smelt nice. Then I look at the clock it's 6:05 then *knock knock*. I walked towards the door, combed my hands through my hair then opened the door. To see Landos massive smile and his hands full, one with a bunch of spring flowers and the other with two shopping bags with food. He handed me the flowers then, he walked in and wrapped his arms around me after about five seconds he released and made his way into the kitchen and placed the bags down onto the island.
Y/n- Lando thanks so much there was absolutely no need for these, they are beautiful.
L-just like you, you look really cute tonight but ahh I couldn't arrive empty handed, i done a quick little shop I thought we should cook something together so I can show off my cooking skills.
He looked over at me as I walked over and we both started laughing. I went bright red he looked so good too just in a jumper one of his yellow and black merchandise ones and black tracksuit bottoms.
Y/n- you look pretty handsome yourself and great you can teach me I'm not a good cook at all, I can make the basic foods but I'm no Gordon Ramsey.
We start to unpack the shopping into the fridge and presses. He pulls out a bottle of white wine.
L-fancy a glass???
Y/n-I suppose one won't hurt.
I reach up to open the press with glasses, the press was split in two on the bottom was everyday glasses for water and jucie etc but the wine and pint glasses were at the top...I stretched and was on my tippy toes and still couldn't quite get them.
L-here let me get them.
Before I knew it he was right behind me, he put his arms up and pulled down two of them. His chest was against mine. As he put the glasses down he looked straight into my eyes. We were so close, I could feel his gentle breaths, the heat of his body, the smell of his aftershave filled my nose. Our faces were centimetres apart. Then after about 5 seconds of exploring each other's eyes he took a step back and turned to the wine bottle to open it and I followed him with the glasses and stood beside him...a bit further away this time. Neither of us said anything about it but it wasn't awkward. He half filled the glasses.
