𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗦𝗢, 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬. 𔘓𓂃 lando norris

𝘀𝗶𝘅, first call.

"You've been giggly for the past days." Carlos who's beside him with a drink in his hands, pointed that out.

They currently resting in a exclusive restaurant in Monaco since in the next few days is the start of grand prix for the 2023 season that sets in Bahrain which means tomorrow some of them will fly to Bahrain along with their team or occasionally, just them alone.

Lando titled his head on the side and let out an awkward chuckle, "I'm not?" Is he actually?

"Yeah mate, keep denying it."

"I'm not denying anything and I'm not also confirming anything." He replied half-heartedly that earned a lot a chuckle from the other drivers with him.

"This setup of yours wasn't going to last though..." Max who's on the other side spoke up carefully, he's not trying to make hurtful comment about Lando's life. "This connection is wonderful, okay? I don't have anything to say against it but the question is how long this anonymity? I mean, are you planning to let her know?"

"Dude, why are you making it feel like Lando's a type of villain?" Alex commented as the other's laugh.

Daniel pops in, "Lando as killer? Fucking chaotic."

"Well, I'm not a killer and she's not a killer. I guess, we're safe?" He turned his head to others and plastered an awkward smile as the group of drivers emersed again into laughter.

Max's comment ingrained into Lando's mind even until the dinner with other drivers is done. The ugly thought appears to his mind the possibilities of what she will do? Is she gonna use him? or his money? He mentally punch himself for judging someone—his mom gonna be mad if he ever judge someone like that again.

He's keeps assuring himself that he's not doing anything wrong—was it lying if he doesn't want to let her know who he is? Does he even know what his job is? Why the fuck am I overthinking this fucking shit?

Lando reached his place without even him actually noticing it that he's home. His mind filled with thoughts what other's will think of what life choices he's doing in his life. He knows himself that he shouldn't make this situation a big deal.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he swear as he pulled his hair in annoyance. There he goes again, he can feel it that he's at it again.

Lando went to his fridge and grab something to drink, he really needs to calm his nerves. He really needs to. He sat down in his couch and closed his eyes.

Breathe in, breathe out.

He wants to call Max to seek an advice, he grabbed his phone and searching for his number when he accidentally clicked and dialed the girl's number.

"Oh, hell!" Lando's at it his wits end. Can't he just die already?

calling random aussie girl...

"Hello?"  A woman's voice answered. He puts his lip together as the embarrassment catching up to him.

Lando cleared his throat. "Hey man, I swear, I didn't meant to call you"