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'It's doneee!' Nisha excitedly said, walking into the living room.
After the race she went back to the hotel with Lando, Mick, Sam and Miles to celebrate.
Later tonight they have a dinner with all of the other drivers, also to celebrate.
'It smells so goooood!' Miles said.
'You're the best at making cheesecake and lemon meringue pie. How?' Sam said.
'It's literally our family recipe?' Nisha said shrugging.
'Well... I tried once. I was almost homeless.' Sam said.
'You almost burned your house down?' Mick laughed.
'It's not that difficult... just follow the steps and then you're fine.' Nisha laughs.
'I did.' Sam defended himself.
'Well. Remember when you showed me the video you made when you tried to bake it?' Miles laughed and Sam punched him playfully in his arm.
'Who wants a piece of what?' Nisha asked when she puts the two big plates on the coffee table in the living room of her hotelroom.
'Cheesecake.' Lando said, Miles as well.
Mick, Sam and Nisha took a piece of the lemon meringue.
A few wines and beers later they were playing card games, now it was Uno.
'I only have one thing to say.' Nisha sad, looking at Sam. 'You. Don't cheat.'
'I never cheat?' Sam replied.
'Then why do I need to pick up cards from the floor underneath your chair after we do Uno together?' Nisha laughed.
'Well, ask the cards, I don't do anything.'
'Sure thing.' Nisha laughs and starts to give everyone their cards.
A few rounds later, Sam had the most cards, as Nisha decided to bully him with her +4 cards, reverse cards etc.
Mick had the least amount of cards, then Nisha, then Lando, then Miles.
Only love from Ben Howard was softly playing in the back ground. Both cakes were almost finished and there was only one wine bottle untouched from the three and they were out of beer.
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The Hotel - Lando Norris
FanfictionThe 21 year old Nisha Wixx is a girl that lives in an hotel in Paris with her dad. He is the main cook there. When she met a boy in the hotel after a little accident she had, her life is going to change completely. But the boy needed to leave Paris...