"Where are you getting ready, missy?" Lando's sleepy voice surprises you. His voice is husky and raspy. You almost mess up your eyeliner because of him. You're almost sure that Lando is awake for some time. He just loves watching you getting ready.
"Do you realise that you don't need any of those shits?" He reacts when he sees that you're putting the bronzer and highlighter on your face. He wasn't a big fan of you using makeup because, in his opinion, you look stunning without it.
"I just want to look pretty," you oppose him. You're so used to seeing all those girls with paper-white teeth and perfect bodies on Instagram that you had a feeling you should look the same.
"You look even prettier without it." He smiles at you. It was so typical Lando. He was flattering you almost every morning. It was something that made your day, and when he wasn't at home, he would just text you and say that he hopes you know that you're beautiful.
"You're flattering me too much. I'll blush," you answer him when you're passing around your bed on your way to the walk in wardrobe.
"Oh, no. You're definitely not wearing that. I'm disapproving that." He says when he sees your outfit. You're wearing a plain white tight dress, showing all your curves and on top of that a beige wool coat.
"Why? Don't you like it?" you ask him. You think that this is looking great on you. It's elegant yet cute - something you need today.
"Oh, I do. Of course, I do, but if you're wearing that, I'd need to go with you. You look way too stunning, so go change. Chop chop." Lando places his orders with a smile on his face. You just shake your head and let a few giggles escape your mouth.
"No," you laugh. "Lando, what are you doing?" You ask him when he gets out of bed and starts looking for some clothes. "I'm sure you're still tired, love. So, you should go back to the bed." This time you're the one who is ordering the other one. It's Monday morning, and he came back yesterday late in the night, so you know that he needs to be exhausted. You also know that this weekend wasn't the easiest for him, so you want to give him some space.
"I am, but I ain't letting you go alone when you look like this," he says while he's dressing into his skinny grey jeans. You're watching him putting his clothes on while he's dancing in the mirror. Sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky. He could be with any girl on this planet, and yet he chose you.
"Lando, it's just a meeting. I'm going there to do business, not on a date." It's not like you don't want him to come with you, but Lando sometimes tends to be kinda childish.
"Yeah, because only I can take you out on dates. Anyways, who do you have the meeting with?" he asks you curiously.
"Well, just with one football player," you try to brush off this topic.
"And does that football player have a name?"
"Yeah, it's Marcus Rashford," you say it casually like if he was just some casual football player. Maybe it was because you're used to meeting people like him because of your work as a journalist for a sports magazine. It's not like Lando hasn't met famous people too, but he doesn't normally have time for that.
"Oh, then I'm definitely coming with you. Marcus is a dream guy for tons of girls. He could just snap his fingers and..." you expected that he wants to go with you because he's Marcus' fan and not because he is jealous.
"I think you forget one thing, love. Well, actually two. First of all, I'm not like tons of girls and more importantly, I'm dating you. I'm dating the hottest formula one driver, so I don't care about some Marcus in the slightest, trust me."
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