𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙨 - Lando Norris (LN4) [Book 2]

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

It's that time again and Silvia and I are working away in the cafe, with Lover playing in the background. Our regular customers are in, I'm cleaning some tables and Silvia is preparing some of the online orders which we have received. Being in a small village, we don't exactly get swarms of customers, compared to being in a big city - so I set up selling my cakes online, brownie boxes that fit through the letterbox, little slabs of cake and so much more! It keeps us busy on days like today when we just have the usual people in for a tea and cake. We theme the weeks bakes around Taylor Swift eras as well, this week is Lover so we're making heart shaped biscuits and everything pink and glittery.

"Raegan, that table doesn't need cleaning again, no one has sat there." Silvia points out, as I tear my gaze away from the window.

Working in the bakery hasn't been the same since the other day. I am constantly on edge, standing by the window, looking out for that damned dark blue Mclaren just in case it makes a surprise reappearance.

I don't know why I'm so bothered by it, it's not as if I even know whose car it is. But maybe if I find out, it'll settle me, if I confirm it is nothing more than a superfan, I'll stop stressing. And if I find out it really is him, well then I'll sell the bakery, pack up and leave town.

Okay, that's a bit dramatic. But I'll definitely go into hiding at least.

I'm stressing out way too much over this.

"Silvia, I'm just getting some fresh air." I tell her.

"'Fresh air' Raegan?" Says Mrs Smith sarcastically, knowing exactly what I'm about to go and do outside.

I walk out the front of the bakery, pull the box out of my pocket and sit down on one of the benches outside, lighting up a cigarette as I do.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to a text from Liana, asking me if I've found out any more about the mysterious driver of the dark blue car haunting my life. I let out a small laugh, lock my phone and put it back in my pocket.

I let out a deep sigh, and close my eyes for a second trying to refocus and recentre myself. It is not good to feel this worked up or stressed about a car. Just a car.

Until I open my eyes, and there it is! The blue car!

My eyes widen and it takes a minute for me to gather my thoughts and come to the conclusion that I did not just bring the car to life from my memory. It's actually there.

The unmistakable sound of the Mclaren engine fills the air, and I quickly jump up off my chair, stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray as I stare towards it looking to try and work out who on earth is driving.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to try and take a photo of the car, to show everyone I am not going mad, but it is December now, my hands are freezing and shaking from the adrenaline. By the time I have managed to get my phone out of my pocket, the car has indicated and sped round the corner into the little road a bit further up the main street.

I look through the cafe window and see Silvia, and our four customers Mr and Mrs Smith and Mr and Mrs Thompson staring at me confused.

I walk back into the cafe, as their confused gazes still point towards me.

"What are you doing?" Silvia asks.

"I saw it, I saw it again. The car," I say.

"No you're joking, did you see who was driving? Did he look rich?" She asks.

Silvia doesn't know about my ex-boyfriend, and I don't think she knows anything about Formula 1 - she's never mentioned it to me. She knows I moved from abroad because I broke up with my ex, but that is it. I preferred to keep it a bit quieter, not mixing my old life with my new one as much.