Sparks Fly- L.N

Chapter 16

The plane touched down with a gentle thud, and as the cabin doors opened, a rush of excitement and nervousness flooded Elenore's body. The reality of her impulsive decision hit her with an exhilarating force – she was here, in Montreal, on a journey that would soon bring her face-to-face with Lando. The emotions that had been building since she had boarded the plane now surged to the forefront of her heart.

With a backpack slung over her shoulder and her suitcase in hand, Elenore hurried off, her steps carrying her across the path and into the bustling terminal. She couldn't help but smile as she joined the stream of travelers, her anticipation noticeable in every heartbeat. The city's energy seemed to infuse her, filling her with the promise of what lay ahead. As she made her way through the airport, she pulled out her phone to check the time – 1:17 PM. Perfect timing, she thought to herself. She had calculated it meticulously – if she managed to leave her hotel by 2 PM, she would have just enough time to get to the racetrack before the start of the race. The hours ahead were a canvas of possibilities, painted with moments she had longed for.

The taxi ride to the hotel was a journey of its own, each passing street sign and familiar landmark stirring a sense of déjà vu. Elenore looked out of the window, her thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation and nervousness. She replayed her plan in her mind, ensuring that every detail was in place for the surprise that awaited Lando. As the hotel came into view, her heartbeat quickened. The mere thought of Lando's reaction, of the joy that would light up his face, sent a thrill through her. She stepped out of the taxi, her steps purposeful as she entered the lobby. The welcoming smiles of the hotel staff seemed to mirror her excitement, and she made her way to her room with a sense of purpose. She had gotten her own room for the first night of her stay, but she was sure that she would not be sleeping there tonight. Her stomach erupted with butterflies at just the mere thought of laying beside Lando, being able to hear his heartbeat and feel the heat radiating from him. 

Inside the room, she placed her suitcase on the bed and took a deep breath. The clock on the wall read 1:43 p.m. She had less than twenty minutes to get ready. With swift movements, she unpacked her belongings, laying out the outfit she had carefully chosen for this moment, a white long dress paired with one of Lando's Mclaren jackets that he had left behind at her apartment, she decided to take one of Lando's caps to make sure everyone knew what team she was there for. Elenore's fingers smoothed down her outfit, her reflection smiling back at her with a blend of confidence and nervousness. She couldn't help but imagine Lando's reaction to seeing her after so long.

The clock now read 2:00 PM, and her heart raced with each step she took. The racetrack awaited, and with it, the surprise that had been months in the making. As she emerged from the hotel and hailed a cab, Elenore's thoughts were a whirlwind of excitement and hope. The streets of Montreal seemed to rush by as the taxi carried her closer to the racetrack. She clenched her phone tightly, feeling the weight of the moment settle upon her shoulders.

She took a deep breath and stepped out of the taxi. She had made sure to call the team in advance to explain the situation and ask them if they were willing to give her a paddock pass. As she scanned her pass and stepped inside the paddock her heart almost stopped. Greeted by the familiar hum of engines and the scent of rubber, Elenore's gaze wandered, taking in the surroundings. She knew she had little time – Lando's race would begin soon, and her plan hinged on precision. Her heartbeat quickened, each pulse a reminder that she was mere steps away from the one she longed to surprise. The paddock pass was in her hands, a golden ticket to an experience she had only dreamed of. Clipping it around her neck, she took a deep breath, centering herself for the moment that awaited.

Walking deeper into the paddock, her steps were guided by the echoes of her excitement. Lando was close, so close she could almost feel his presence in the air. A glance at her phone confirmed the time – it was now or never. The adrenaline surged within her veins, an electrifying dance that matched the rhythm of her heart. With every step, the distance between them lessened. She approached the garage, her heart pounding with a symphony of emotions – nervousness, excitement, and a profound sense of longing. Her eyes darted around, and there he was – Lando's car, the focal point of activity, and just beyond it, the figure she had been longing for. Less than ten meters away, he stood engaged in conversation, oblivious to the surprise that was about to unfold. Elenore's breath caught in her throat. She fought to contain her excitement, reminding herself to play it cool. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she quickened her pace, her heart racing in sync with her steps. The closer she got, the more surreal it felt. Her plan was finally taking shape, an ending of months of longing and preparation. The noise around her seemed to fade, leaving only the rhythmic beat of her heart and the image of him in her mind.

As she neared, she could hear snippets of conversation, his voice a melody she had missed. And then, with her heart in her throat and her pulse racing, she stood before him. Lando's gaze shifted, his eyes locking onto hers. Surprise and recognition danced in his expression, and for a moment that felt suspended in time, the world narrowed down to just the two of them.
"Hi," she smiled, her voice a gentle whisper amid the surrounding energy. His eyes widened, a mix of astonishment and delight playing across his features.
"Elenore?" His eyes filled with tears and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. "Are you here or am I dreaming?"
"I am really here, mon amour." She held him close, her heart finally at ease after the long months of yearning. As they pulled back slightly, their eyes met a silent understanding passing between them. In that moment, the paddock, the race, and the world itself faded into insignificance. It was just them, reunited in a moment that had been crafted with love and longing. With a soft smile, Lando's hand gently brushed against her cheek, his touch a caress that sent shivers down her spine. And then, as if pulled by an invisible force, she stood on her tiptoes. Time seemed to slow as their lips met, a gentle, tender kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss that held all the longing, all the love, and all the unspoken words that had filled the distance between them.

The cameras flashed around them, capturing this intimate moment, but Elenore was lost in the sensation of his lips against hers. The world fell away, leaving only the two of them suspended in their own universe. The kiss was a promise fulfilled, a testament to the power of love that had brought them back together. As they finally pulled away, their breaths mingling, a soft smile danced on Elenore's lips. She didn't care about the cameras, the race, or anything else at that moment. All that mattered was the man before her, the love they shared, and the journey they had taken to be in each other's arms once again. Lando's eyes held a mixture of tenderness and longing, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her cheek.
"I can't believe you're really here." Elenore chuckled softly, the sound carrying the weight of their shared history.
"I couldn't stay away any longer."