Private life | Lando Norris

6 - I'm Not A Huge Fan

My day didn't start out the way I wanted it to. I had plans to sleep in and have a lazy morning but that was rudely interrupted my phone buzzing on my nightstand. At 8:47 am, Marge, whose name was actually Margret but she hated the name because it was her mother's and they didn't get along, called me to inform me that Imogen was sick and wouldn't come in today. She gruffly asked me if I could take her place and me have a reason not to go, I said yes.  

I had grabbed my usual coffee and smoothly made my way to the cafe. It was already open by the time I strolled in but it was early so less people were there. I grabbed my apron, wrapping it around my torso and went to stand behind the counter in my regular place. 

"Jen!" Marge's french accent travels through the back door and I turn around to see what she wants. 

"Yes boss?" I return sweetly, knowing she can't yell at me for coming in late when she asked me to come work on a short notice. 

"Thanks for...coming in today." her usual gruff voice appears soft as she thanks me. 

"No problem, I wasn't doing anything." 

"Well... thanks anyway." she responds and quickly disappears back into the store room. 

I smile to myself and turn to grab my phone and text Imogen.

Jen: 

guess what

Imogen: 

what????

Jen: 

marge thanked me for coming in today

Imogen: 

no way she did

she never does that for me!!!!

Jen: 

she just likes me more i guess 

Imogen: 

no way she keeps telling me how much she likes me better then you 

Jen: 

I highly doubt that

Imogen: 

well she does soooooooo

My head swings towards the door as I see a girl and her friend walk in to grab a drink. I quickly text Imogen back, telling her I have to go and then give the girls a bright smile.

"Hello, what can I get you?" 

Both the girls order a hot chocolate and then immediately start gossiping about the new F1 season, coming on to a topic I particularly don't like. 

"Have you seen Lando lately?" the dark haired girl exclaimed to the blond girl and she gasps.

"Oh my god, he is looking so fine right now! The break is doing wonders for him." the blond girl giggles. 

"I know right! How can he be more perfect." the dark haired girl sighs with content and I roll my eyes with annoyance, as I finish up their drinks. 

"Here you go, that will be £7.50 please." I plop the two drinks down and type the amount into the computer to be paid.

"Alright." the blond girl tapes her card on the machine and the dark haired girl swipes up her drink, taking a small sip. "Thank you!" she calls and both of them push the door, stepping out into the street.