LIGHTS OUT - A Lando Norris fanfic

Chapter Three

Author's note:

Hey guys, thanks for reading my story! I'm glad I've had some reads already, I wanted to put out a couple chapters first to see if I got any reads but now will be trying my best to put out a chapter weekly if not every few days. Please comment and let me know your thoughts!

Thanks - Z

"At this point just text her anything, anything at all" Max Fewtrell told his friend.

"But I want her to know I'm interested, and not just another ass she met at a party" Lando replied.

"It's been days my man, she already thinks that - she left you her number DAYS ago" said Max shaking his head at his friend.

Lando put his hands through his hair, eyes wide open "You're right, it's too late, I've missed my chance!"

"Jeez, that's not what I meant" said Max, shaking his head. "You know what, do what you like, just stop talking to me about it - also maybe grow a pair."

"I'm so lucky to have such friends, " Lando replied sarcastically, "but thanks yea needed that."

Lando 🐈‍⬛ Catwoman gave me her number but forgot to tell me who she wanted me to be

Lando finally sent a message, cursing himself for the cheesiness even after hitting send. His fingers hovered over the phone in anticipation. Luckily for him he didn't have to wait long and got a reply in a few minutes.

Fleur: Take a few more days to message, I think you can come up with something more clever. And the Dark Knight duh, was that even a real question?

Lando: Am I that obvious? That pressure of the first text got to me

Fleur: Valid. I would've just folded tbf, surprised you didn't 👏

Lando: Almost did, ngl. So I'm the dark knight huh? I can be your silent guardian whenever you need one 😏

Fleur: 😑 Do you also happen to have a £1 million lying around? We could become the real cat woman and Batman

Lando: Oh yea , £1 M , no big deal. Just need to work on getting a mansion with a secret bat cave underneath

Lando couldn't remember when was the last time he had a silly conversation with someone without them knowing everything about him already. Someone who didn't know he really did have a £1M lying around, kind of. It felt so refreshing and he was hoping that she really didn't know who he was still. Because while he at least had her name (or possibly a nickname) she had no idea who he was unless she asked around those who were at the party. He liked being able to be whoever he wanted to be without the weight of the money and fame that that his name came with, which worried him if that was the real reason people spoke to him.

Fleur: OK fine , you bring the money I'll find the mansion 💁‍♀️

Lando: 😂 So... Fleur? Is that French?

Fleur: It is indeed, but I'm not 😂 it's just a nickname. What's your name 🙈 I don't even know that

Lando: 😂 😆 Your turn to guess

Fleur: ummm, James? You look like a James.

If Florence was being honest she didn't know what "James" looked like. She'd had so much to drink that night she could barely remember. The next morning she'd slipped away quickly, feeling embarrassed, and had only glimpsed his bare back as she left the room quietly.