Warning: English is not my first language. There might be some mistakes. This story contains curse words, mature content as well as maybe some mistakes since I don't know everything :).
Disclaimer: this story is a product of my imagination. Some things might real, other things are made up.
Happy reading :)
『 ❛ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 ❜ 』
Tʜʀᴇᴇ Yᴇᴀʀs Aɢᴏ ﹣ ₂₀₂₁
The Belgium Formula One Grand Prix was what you could call, the shit show of the year, if you asked Aurora Banks. The normally quiet Francorchamps was flooded with people.
But if you asked McLaren Formula One Driver Lando Norris, he would say it is his favourite weekend of the year, one of his favourite tracks and close by his Belgium roots.
The weekend of the Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps, Spa as a shortened name, is the last race before the Summer break, but of real summer weather is often no such thing.
Luckily for both of them, the weather on Wednesday was quite peaceful, and after a long day in the little coffee shop, Aurora was ready to close.
The little bell above the door rang, and with a loud thud, the door also closed.
"Sorry, we zijn geslo—" Aurora turned around to tell the late customer off, but cut her sentence short when she saw the guy out of breath, sweat on his forehead, leaning against the door. (Sorry, we are clo—)
"Please, I just need a hiding spot," He said, wiping the sweat with the hem of his sweater.
"Sorry?"
"Not from the police. Just from–"
"Fans?" Aurora asked a light annoyance in her voice. It was always the same thing in the Grand Prix week.
"Yes," He stopped hanging against the door. "Wait, how do you– fuck." He spoke with a British accent, only confirming what Aurora already thought. He was related to the Grand Prix. And Lando already wanted to turn around again and run through the door.
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