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hotel room - carlando

"when i met you in that hotel room, i could tell that you were so bad news, but i keep messing with you, messing with you."

What he has heard was not very positive. He had only seen the former Toro Rosso Driver on track. He never spoke to him personally.

Sure, you can judge someone from what you see on TV, but that's not how people really are, especially in a sport like this.

Lando has told himself he would be open to him. No judgement, before he knows him. It's only fair.

Carlos Sainz Jr. will be his new teammate in his first Formula One Season and he won't ruin this for himself. Especially not based on the opinions of the press.

He was now just waiting in the lobby for him to arrive.

Mclaren organised their first meeting here. The plan is a first getting to know each other, without the conversation spiralling too much around the sport.

As if this would be possible.

They were supposed to eat together with the team principle and make easy conversation. Probably a few pictures for PR.

Afterwards they will just stay here for the night and begin the photoshoots for the season ahead, tomorrow.

Lando had it all recognised. Every little detail, so he won't forget anything.

The next person he saw after a few minutes, when he looked up from his phone, was Andreas. He smiled when he saw him, although he was a bit nervous.

He shouldn't be. This was supposed to be chill, not nerve wracking. But that was easier said than done.

He stood up to give him a handshake and a hug.

"Lando, good to see you! Is Carlos already here too?" Andreas asked happily.

"Good to see you too. I haven't seen him yet to be honest. He will probably arrive any second." Lando replied truthfully.

And in this moment, he did. It was nothing you could overhear or ignore.

A motorcycle parked right before the entrance. When he pulled up his helmet, Lando could hear the gasps from the people around, like they were in a movie.

His hair was sitting perfectly and didn't get ruined under the helmet. It was ridiculous.

Lando saw two girls almost fainting and a boy that couldn't believe what he saw.

So they knew him.

Lando looked him up and down. His black hair matched with the black leather jacket he was wearing.

You probably wouldn't think he is a formula one driver, but that he is an athlete wasn't something you couldn't miss. His white muscleshirt showed that well enough.

A little grin played on Carlos lips.

He got off his motorcycle and threw the keys to the concierge.

It all felt like a movie, again.

He stopped to take some photos and was then, finally heading into the lobby.