Street vs Track - Lando Norris

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Nat
We are all drinking and enjoying each other's company. I still have a big choice on my mind. Of course, I would be going away for a couple of months to work for Vogue that even wasn't up for discussion, but after it and coming back that was playing on my mind, have a chance to become an F1 driver or continue being myself and race nearly every weekend and doing the Race Month.
So currently this night hasn't been in my mind.

Charles
Nat always looked out for herself.
But that all changed when she started to travel with the rest of us, of course, her usual spunky ways would be there and she would give everyone else an attitude, but there is also been a sense of care. Sense of worry. Thought.
When I and the guys saw her race for the first time and when she got the offer to be a Vogue model, that's when everything started to change.
Offers coming through like a bad habit.
She's been drinking a whole lot more.
Her attitude is through the roof.
With everything happening and a whole bunch playing in her mind she is losing track of herself.
Her mind is made up of complex thinking, some of it I don't understand but there are times when she makes no sense that I know it is bad.
Her mind is like clockwork it's stuck to a strategic way and a schedule of that this is what she likes and this is what she doesn't.
Safe to safe Nat is a very complex person.
When someone new comes into her life whether it be a boy or girl she gets distant until she sees that they have proven themselves.

I look to the left side of the bus, Nat is sitting there with her drink in her hand, her back leaning on the back of the chair, and she is just looking to the ground. Completely unaware of everything around her. I get off my seat and sit next to her. Her attention snaps from the ground and looks up at me and puts on a smile that I know from the many years of knowing her is a fake one.

"Okay, what's wrong?" I ask her. She looks around the place not wanting anyone else to hear, she then leans her head on my shoulder.

"Everything. I don't know what to do about the racing, modelling everything." She replies.

"Well obviously you are going to do the vogue stuff for a couple of months cause that even isn't an option. Then you are going to come back and then decide with your friends and family around you supporting you in every choice you make." I say to her. Then a real smile shows on her face.

"What if I make the wrong choice?"

"Then you can always hide out with Charlotte and me."
She smiles again. I lean close to her and whisper in her ear.

"By the way just letting you know that someone in particular hasn't been able to keep your eyes off you."

"What?" She replies. She looks around and we both land our eyes on Lando. He was drinking and casually looking at us every minute. "Well, he needs to look someplace else."

"He wouldn't shut up when we were playing games. Plus why do you shut out every guy that comes your way?" I ask her.

"Cause no guy is good enough for me number one and number two I doubt he was talking about me." She replies. I sigh.

"Let me take you back."

We watch her leave the table and go over to the bar.

"Okay, tonight Lando you need to keep your eyes to yourself," Max says.

"Trust me she brought the dress for attention," Charlotte replies.

"Doesn't matter she doesn't see me the way I see her and she has a lot of guys that can easily grab her attention," Lando exclaims.

"Dude she was cuddling you on the plane feel grateful for that," I say to him rolling the dice in my hands. He sighs.

"Well tonight isn't about her we are playing to gamble so let's get this show on the road," Lando replies.