Deals with Daisy // LN4

28 ~ Smooth Operator

Lando's POV

"Oooh, I got you something," I remember as we're all packed and ready to leave a meh race weekend behind us. My words catch Daisy's attention as she stands with both her suitcases and her bag in the small opening of the door out the room.

"Now?" She asks, stress clear in her voice like it has been all day. At the beginning of the day I had thought it was that she was stressed ahead of the main race today, following a crazy sprint race yesterday but I'd been out the car for long enough now to realise that was not the issue. Not anymore. The closer we were getting to our flight, the more panicked she was getting. I was struggling to tell if she was just worried about missing it or if there was something else that was making her anxious.

She hadn't been quiet this week, quite the opposite in fact. Never shying away from conversation as she directed most of it, throwing ideas for deals at me randomly in the middle of another topic. I'd wondered if it was a coincidence at first but the number of times it followed a question about Luke let me know that it was actually a tactic.

Eventually I had stopped the questions and decided not to push her, especially after the incident at the MTC with my blow up. I had decided to respect the boundary line she had clearly placed and was just going to wait to see if she wanted to talk about it. I assume that Luke had some sort of an issue with me dragging her off for a couple of weeks for work but she also came early voluntarily. Things weren't adding up, I just couldn't quite decide what it meant. So I was trying not to push her... let's see how long it lasts.

"Yes now," I tell her with a frown, taking my rucksack back off my shoulders and watch her physically bite down on her lip to suppress a groan, her fingers tapping her arm as she looks around. "Are you okay? You're very fidgety?" I ask as I look through my bag for the item in question and she freezes before shrugging.

"I always fidget - adhd," she says simply, stopping me in my tracks as I look at her, watching her eyes stay trained on me. ADHD? I guess that actually did make sense. "Keep it moving Norris. I can't miss this flight - I have a meeting like thirty minutes after we're meant to touch down and it will take me thirty minutes to get to the office," she groans, fixing her hair for the twentieth time in the last five minutes and I let out a content sigh as I find the box I was looking for with the information. I'm relieved that the fidgeting wasn't a sign of her anxiety over being in the US but instead getting there on time.

I'd been a little worried about her relapsing or something this week. As I said... her behaviour was a little off and she was irritable but none of it was totally out of character for her as far as I knew. Especially not around me.

"I didn't know that," I muse, as my fingers wrap around the leather box and I pass it towards her while repacking my bag, feeling her fingers glance against mine as she takes the small box with a look of confusion on her face.

"Lando..."

"Just open it and tell me what you think," I tell her smiling as I pull my rucksack back over my shoulders and look to Daisy who is smiling softly, panic having melted away as she looks at the jewellery box in her hands.

"It's awesome," she says after opening the box to reveal a few sets of stud earrings of the McLaren logo, in silver, gold and rose gold so that she could style it with whatever she was wearing. "Seriously it's so cool, thanks... although I feel like I should have gotten you something after that beautiful points finish!" She tells me enthusiastically, the light in her eyes letting me know that she wasn't lying as I smile proudly and usher her out of the room, watching as she carefully places the box in her bag and does as I motion.

"It's no big deal but it's your first full race weekend as my agent so I thought I'd commemorate it. I saw them on a fan site so they're not very fancy or expensive but the metal is good quality and I thought you could do with something to help you feel a little more connected to the team," I tell her simply, happy that I had done a good job.