Private life | Lando Norris

19 - We're Talking?

Jen

As soon as he yells 'I'm invisible' all heads in the cafe turned to me. Why the hell did he have to do that?

Imogen pokes her head out from behind the door. "Was Lando here?"

I nod my head and turn to grab my phone from my coat, which is hanging on a peg. "Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't hear him earlier."

She rolls her eyes. "Ha, me too. Mark says he loves to be loud. All the time."

I sigh. "I can see that." Before she disappears I remember something. "Oh wait, how are you and Mark?"

She comes back around and smiles softly. "Just friends." I nod and give a sad smile back.

"That sucks I'm sorry."

"No, no it's fine. It was mutual." she looks down at her feet then back up at me. "Lando has really nice friends."

"Really?" I ask, a bit surprised. Shouldn't they all sort of be a bit annoying? Or absolutely terrible?

"Yeah, they always have something nice to say. They're all really funny too."

"I bet that's nice for him."

She sighs. "Yeah. Max was always the nicest. He texted me after me and Mark split ways and told me he was sorry. Can you believe that?" She says.

"He seems nice." I turn at the sound of the bell ringing harshly, seeing a tall Ferrari driver walk in.

Ahhh, lovely. "Give me a minute Imogen." She nods and disappears.

"What can I get you Charles." he strides up to the counter, slaps his hands on top and stares dead into my eyes.

"Listen-"

"I'm listening." I smile to myself.

He sighs. "Jenny, not now." he clearly doesn't seem up for my shenanigans.

I put my hands up in surrender. "Okay, sorry."

"I want to surprise Ginny at Monaco." his face lights up as he says her name. Ahh love. What a feeling.

"Right, and what does that have to do with me?"

"I'm getting to that, thank you." he fires back. "Ginny wants you in the paddock-"

"No, absolutely not." I interrupt him. I've never been to a race and never want to. If people start knowing that I'm friends with Charles Leclerc wife? I'm done for. No being private again. I groan in frustration. "Charles, you know I can't do that."

"Listen, I can get you to the back of the garage, and nobody will know who you are." he pleads.

"Charles, no." I respond. One thing I hate about Charles is he can almost always get his way. He always seems to have a trick up his sleeve that turns a conversation in his direction.

"Ginny has said to me, she really wants you there but doesn't want to pressure you. " he sighs, mirroring my frustration. "I don't know why she wants you there-"

"Probably because I'm her best friend." I mutter.

"-but I can make sure that no one knows who you are."

"Charles-"

"I'm also paying off some photographers so they don't take photos of you." he interrupts.

I take a minute. This is big. It was between keeping my life a secret or no longer keeping my life a secret from crazy F1 fans. "Let me think about it."

A massive smile adorns his face. "Really?"

"Yes, now go away before I change my mind." I shoo him away, using my hands.