: ̗̀➛part two of the
one for the road series
PHOTOGRAPH / LN4
lando norris, famous formula 1 driver, takes a picture of a beautiful girl at sunset in Monaco one evening, but she disappears before he realises how...
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OF COURSE, Lando knew he had been over exaggerating by saying it was going to be a "long" tour, but he was surprised by how much fun he and Eleanor had on their little walk around Monte-Carlo. So far, he had shown her around the Casino, and walked her down along the road, which was all too familiar to him, to the Marina where they stopped in front of the Häagen-Dazs shop.
His plan was to show her around the country's capital. Although the different places in Monaco would rather be called neighbourhoods than cities or towns, it was easy enough for him to show her around Monte-Carlo, as almost everything that made Monaco special was situated in this part of the country.
He took her on a walk around what would be the track if the GP was taking place, which it would be in a little more than a month, meaning that there were no cars allowed in this section of town. Grandstands were being built, tarmac was being reapplied where necessary, the like.
It was harder than he'd thought to keep himself from talking about his familiarity with the track, especially when they arrived at La Rascasse, his favourite turn. They were holding their ice creams, his a vanilla and chocolate in a cup and hers strawberry and vanilla.
"What's up there?" Eleanor asked, pointing towards the staircase that led up to palm trees and flowery plants he didn't know the names of.
"We can go take a look. It should lead us back up to the stores," Lando said, slightly uncertain. He bit his lip, eyes travelling around the tall buildings around them and towards the road, trying to recall where they were. As much of an expert as he was in the track, he still had much to learn about Monaco itself, and he was terrible at directions.
Eleanor nodded, her wooden spoon in her mouth as they made their way up the stairs. They were, in fact, met with a small park of sorts, a variety of flowering plants spread out around them.
Lando subconsciously pulled out his camera and snapped a couple of pictures. The girl beside him couldn't help but gawk, recognising the brand and the price tag that inevitably came with a device like that.
"Do you do that professionally?" Eleanor asked quietly, drawing Lando away from the camera. Instead of answering her question, he turned towards her and snapped a picture, ice cream in hand and spoon between her lips.
She blushed, not used to being in the limelight or being somebody's muse. She quite liked the feeling though, warmth bubbling inside her and her heart skipping a beat at the thought that he found her current state photograph-worthy.
"Not necessarily," Lando said cryptically, lowering the camera. He had had the band slung around his neck all morning, but this was the first time he'd thought of picking it up and snapping a photo. "I'm usually on the other side of it."
It reminded him of the one that had led them here—he still couldn't quite believe that he just happened to walk into that coffee shop this morning and saw her, after days of looking left and right on the streets hoping to run into her. He smiled at the woman before him, taking a step towards her and showing her the picture he'd taken.
