Roommates Mismatched: Lando Norris

Thirty Eight

I found myself lying in the comfort of Lando's bedroom, the soft glow of city lights filtering through the window blinds. After the yacht day we had, my energy drained once we got home especially after what happened between me and Lando.

As I lay in the cozy bed, I couldn't escape the sensation of Lando's presence, as if his essence still lingered in the room. The memories of our evening played on a loop in her mind, the laughter, the shared moments, and the unspoken connection refusing to fade.

Turning onto my side, my eyes tracing the patterns on the ceiling as I replayed every moment with Lando. His smile, the way my hands wrapped around his body as if it belonged there, and the electricity that had charged the air when his eyes stared deep into mine-they all seemed to loop in an endless cycle.

The apartment was quiet, save for the distant city sounds, but my thoughts were far from still. I wondered if Lando felt the same unspoken connection between us. Was I reading too much into their evening, or was there something more hidden beneath the surface?

In the tranquil atmosphere of Lando's bedroom, I realized that the night held a unique magic, one that had etched the memory of their time together into my heart. It was a memory I couldn't shake, and it left me longing for the possibility of something more, even if it remained hidden for now.

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As morning broke over the city, I awoke in Lando's apartment with the soft rays of the sun gently warming the room. The memories of the previous night lingered in my mind, like a hazy dream.

Stretching and made my way to the living room, the apartment was quiet. Knocking at the guest bedroom, I peeked inside and saw a unmade bed with no one inside. Even Lando's gaming room was empty and dark. Going back into Lando's bedroom, I grabbed my phone to check the time. 9 am.

Hearing the front door close, I walked out with crossed arms, myself feeling cold. My eyes met with the blue ones, a smile tugged at Lando's lips. "Good morning," he greeted, his voice warm and inviting.

Returning the smile, feeling a mix of contentment and curiosity. "Good morning, Lando. Where did you go?"

He chuckled and replied, "Went out for a start of my winter prep"

Realizing he was sweaty in his workout clothes, I may have stared at him and Lando might've noticed it. Him chuckling as he take a sip from his bottle. I fidgeted awkwardly, him always making me blush.

The awkward silence settled, Lando now staring at me while I avoided his eye contact. "Do you have any plans today?" My eyes followed him, Lando taking his shoes off and placing his things down. I pursued my lips and shake my head. God why am I being awkward?

"Would you like to join me to a charity event?", he asked. Seeing my confused face, he chuckled and explained more. "It's an event called Only Watch by the Prince of Monaco".

My eyebrows raised at him, still confused. "I know it's not my thing", he chuckled, "but...I thought maybe we could go since we don't have anything else to do." Smiling at him, I knew he was never interested in watches but it is a charity event so why not?