Private life | Lando Norris

40 - Wrapped In Confusion

"And Lando Norris takes his first pole in Silverstone! This puts him just ahead of Lewis Hamilton and George Russell! What a top three! Three British drivers sitting in the best position possible for a British race. You really can't predict that in any circumstance. What a feeling this must be for the brit having come first in every FP to solidify his power on top ." 

I peer to my right, finding Ginny with her head firmly sat in her hands. Charles didn't really get the result he wanted, a measly P9. Carlos didn't do well either in qualifying and came two places behind in P11. The mood in the Ferrari garage was to say the least, not good. I was the complete opposite. Lando had come first and was on his way to win his home race. One he had never won before. I was elated. 

"Why, why, why, why is this happening right now." I hear Ginny groan out. She leans against the back of the garage and dragging her hands up and down her mouth. The blond locks fall gracefully over her face and console most of her features. The two red cars pulls up in font of the garage and two very angry looking men storm out. Carlos heads straight for his race engineer and Charles stalks past us, giving Ginny a look I can't explain. 

"Do you want to..." I point to where Charles disappeared and she nods quickly before jogging to catch up with him. With Rebecca gone (she just left and I don't know why) I'm stuck in this cramped space with old rich men I don't know. I find my purse sat on the ground, tucked into a corner to keep it safe when watching qualifying. 

A cheer catches my attention and I look up to see Lando climbing slowly out of his car to stand on the top and pump one fist in the air. The crowd responds quickly by going absolutely wild. I can hear the deafening cheers from inside the small garage. The Ferrari mechanics pull both cars in and immediately get to work, taking it apart to inspect it. Chatter fills my senses but i'm focused on Lando. He looks tired and sweaty when he takes his helmet off. Waving once to the crowd then waving to a person to get him something. The camera  follows his every move and I watch him take his bag of bracelets and put them back on slowly while chatting to George, Lewis just behind and coming up to say hello.  

A loud crash from Carlos's side makes everybody's head turn but nothing seems to be wrong and nobody says anything. My attention is dragged back to the screen as I hear somebody muttering about him texting someone. On the screen, Lando's in deep concentration, staring intently at his phone while he types furiously. My phone pings as soon as he sets it down on the 1 block. 

He looks to the camera grinning, giving it a wink before getting called away for his interview. I look down at the text. 

Lando 🧡 🏎️ 😡

I did it! 

I'll talk to you in my driver room and Max should be around there to show you where it is

I find myself smiling at his text and cheeks going red. Stupid Lando and his stupid looking face. Why couldn't he just be bad looking? Is that too much to ask? I sneak out of my little cell at the back of the Ferrari garage and try to navigate the many people flowing through the Paddock. The houses of the teams stand proud and clean on either side. I spot Max standing idle and make my way throw the hoards of people, trying not to get in anybody's way. Mechanics cart tyres around and journalist head straight to the media pen. 

Max stands out easily as the only person not moving furiously. He's standing still looking straight down at his phone, neck bent down as far as it can go. 

"That must be really bad for your neck Max." I open the conversation causing him to snap his gaze to me quickly. He looks painted for a second but it turns to a warm smile.