Point of view | Lando Norris

4 | Lunch

"Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help

Falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin?

If I can't help falling in love with you"

Can't help falling in love - Elvis Presley

BEFORE YOU READ: a quick warning - this chapter was released as number 3, read the previous one if you haven't done it yet, there was a misunderstanding with Wattpad that posted the wrong chapter! Thank you and sorry  for everything😣.

Silverstone Circuit, 12th July 2019

Time passes quickly and Lando has set a good time. After Charlotte's short tour, in fact, the first free practice ended and Lando returned to his box. Everyone was happy for him, he did a good job.

"So, how did I go?" he asks the technicians.

"It went well, Lando, but you will have to be even more focused in qualifying, we have to start our race from a good position on the grid. You made a few mistakes today, we can fix it in tomorrow's practice."

"Okay thanks."

"Now let's have lunch!" Charlotte screams, and a bustle of people forms in the McLaren garage as soon as the woman finishes the sentence.

"Viola, follow me..." Lando smiles as he brushes my hand and goes the opposite way from the others.

"All right," he says, "we have arrived in my little house. Now close your eyes" he puts his hands on my eyes, his body presses on my back as I try to move forward without falling to the ground, then Lando passes the card and I hear the lock open. "...surprise!"

I open my eyes and in front of me there is an elegantly set table with candles and white rose petals. "Thanks Lando, it's beautiful..." I whisper.

"I am happy that you like it. Soon our food will arrive... I asked the chef to prepare a very good lunch, I swear. I'm not good at cooking, unfortunately. In the meantime, I'll take a quick shower since I'm sweaty... can I turn on the TV for you?" he asks.

"Don't worry, I'll just sit here and in the meantime I'll read something... in my purse I always have my beloved Kindle." I smile.

After ten minutes, Lando comes out of the bathroom and got dressed nicely, he's wearing a black t-shirt that flatters his biceps and a nice pair of black pants. We sit at the table while we wait for food, impatient and hungry. Lando's motorhome is not huge but it is cozy, bright and an even more beautiful thing, it has Lando's signature scent. There isn't much: a single bedroom, a bathroom and a small living room. As soon as someone knocks on the door he gets up, takes the dishes and puts them on the table.

"Pizza, for my favorite Italian."

"Thank you!"

The first bite is enough to understand that it is delicious, it tastes like home and tradition.

"The cook is Italian, isn't he?" I say while I eat another slice of pizza.

"Yes, it is. Luckily we have been eating very well since he arrived. Honestly, you have the best cuisine in the world."

"It seems like he knows the dish well. It's very good, one of the best I've ever eaten!" I comment.

"Well, thanks. I'll introduce you to the chef, he's Neapolitan. Anyway, can you cook?"