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"You ready?" Lando greeted Blake at the entrance of the hotel. They had decided to head to the race together.
"I'm quite nervous, but also excited," Blake shrugged. It was a familiar feeling before every race, especially since joining Formula 1.
"You'll do well, Blake. I'm sure of it," Lando said, putting an arm around her shoulder as they walked out to his McLaren together.
"I know. I'll probably beat you, though," Blake laughed.
"Hey, now that's too far," he pointed at her playfully from across the car as they both got in.
Blake laughed as she connected her phone to the car, playing some songs on the way to the circuit.
When "Money, Money, Money" by ABBA started playing, the two immediately exchange excited looks, the familiar tune filled the car.
"I work all night, I work all day to pay the bills I have to pay," Blake began, pretending to hold a microphone with a balled fist, her movements very much exaggerated.
Lando watched her sing, his eyes lighting up with fondness as he laughed at her.
"Ain't it sad," he continued, taking one hand off the steering wheel to mimic her, then focusing back on the road.
They jammed to the song with the windows down, screaming the lyrics. There would probably be paparazzi pictures later showing them looking crazy, but neither of them cared at the moment.
Their voices and laughter filled the car as they parked at the circuit, the song ending.
"Oh my god, that was so fun. We need to go to karaoke soon," Blake said, laughing as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
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STYLE; lando norris
Fanfiction[FANFICTION] ❛❛ I've had this feeling for a while now❜❜ In her debut Formula 1 season with childhood friend Lando Norris, Blake Voss is thrust into a whirlwind of emotions, balancing the exhilarating demands of racing with the complexities of love...