❝ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥. ❞
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Debuting in the F1 world is never easy, especially when you have to work for F1's talented driver Max Verstappen. But there's nothing Madelyn...
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Later that evening, Madelyn got herself dressed for dinner. She dressed herself in a dark silver long sleeve dress with a v-neckline. She kept her hair loose and her make-up minimum. A couple of her favorite necklaces hung around her neck, and she had just put in her earrings when she heard a couple of nocks on the door. That must be Lando. She looks at herself in the mirror for one last time before walking to the door. She opens it, and Lando appears in her sight, standing in front of her in simple black jeans, a white up button shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and white sneakers.
"Hey- wow, you look gorgeous," is the first thing he has to say. Madelyn chuckles at his amazed look and opens the door a little more so he can walk in.
"Thanks. I just need to put on my shoes and grab my purse, so come in," she says and walks back into her room. Lando follows her and closes the door behind him.
"Thank god I got the right room," he says and walks further into the room. Madelyn looks at him questionably as she grabs the pair of black heels she brought with her.
"I never asked for your room number, and I didn't have your phone number, so I had to text Max for it," he starts explaining. "I was really scared that he would point me to the wrong room and would embarrass me."
Madelyn starts chuckling and sits on the edge of her bed to put on her shoes. "You could've just dm'ed me on Instagram, you know?" She winks. Lando lifts his head and starts laughing at himself.
"That would've been so much easier, yes."
As she fastens the strap of her heel around her ankle, Madelyn chuckles at him and stands up. She grabs her purse from the desk across from her and walks his way.
"I'm ready," she smiles. Lando puts his hands in his pockets with a smile and beckons his head towards the door.
"Great. Shall we?" He leads her towards the exit of the room, and together they walk towards the elevator. After stepping inside of it, Lando presses the button for the ground floor and leans against the wall as the doors of the elevator close. The shaft moves downwards as the couple stays quiet, and within seconds they reach the right floor. The doors open again. Lando gestures with his hand that Madelyn can walk out first, and he follows right after her.
Once they're standing outside, Madelyn sees the big Volvo SUV Lando had this weekend waiting for them.
"No McLaren for the McLaren driver, huh?" She winks at the Brit as they walk over to it.
"Nah," he grins. "They're too scared I might crash it."
He opens the passenger door for her. Just when she's about to get in the car, she sees from the corner of her eye the entrance doors of the hotel slide open and Max stepping outside.
"Hey, Max!" She greets and waves at him. The Dutchman looks up, and his eyes search for her in the crowd standing outside the hotel. Once he has found her, he smiles at her shortly. But the friendly face disappears when he sees Lando standing next to his press officer, still holding the door open for her. He hesitates for a minute if he should walk over to her but eventually decides to do so.
