RECKLESS | Lando Norris

19. 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵

fuck Williams, fuck James Vowels, fuck formula 1 fuck the script, I love four time world champion Logan Sargeant.

Also, I don't know anything about golf so keep that in mind

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WEDNESDAY MORNING the week of the Canadian Grand Prix, Cassie was in her hotel bathroom trying out another hairstyle—the third one this morning—when she got a message from Lando.

IMESSAGE - Lando

Lando
You still up for golfing today?

Cass
Yup :)

Lando
Mint

Lando
I'll pick you up in an hour

Cassie undid her braid, twirling her hair into a bun instead. It wasn't neat by any means, hairs were sticking out in places and strands framed her face. She was over it and left her hair as it was.

Since she wasn't a golfer and had never been, she was lacking in the proper clothing department. After going through her clothes, Cassie settled on a pair of athletic joggers, and a form fitting athletic shirt.

With the thirty minutes she had to spare, she went down to the lobby to eat her breakfast.

Lando arrived exactly on time, not a minute before and not a minute later. "You do have clubs for me to borrow, right?" She asked as the two were walking out to his car.

Lando shrugged. "We can share." He then looked over her outfit and chuckled. "Are you going golfing or for a run?"

She rolled her eyes and gave him a shove. "I didn't want to buy clothes only to wear them once."

Lando laughed. "You look good." He nodded before his eyes widened and he shook his head. "For golfing. I meant the outfit looks good for golfing."

Cassie raised a brow. "Sure ya did." She patted him on the shoulder to comfort him. "I swear! I didn't mean anything by it!" He defended.

"Sounds like something someone would say when they meant something by it."

"That was wordy."

"Don't change the subject."

Lando grinned, not saying anything but turning the music up.

Something about him made it hard for Cassie to look away. Maybe it was that stupidly kiddish grid, one that reminded her vaguely of a guy from grade school, the very guy that every girl had eyes for.

The energy that emanated off of him could only be described as warm. An energy alike to the feeling she got when being in the presence of her father.

She looked away, opting for the view of the city wizzing by just beyond the glass of the window.

After minutes of silence, Cassie decided to speak up. "I've only ever been mini golfing." She confessed, still gazing out of the window.

Lando scrunched up his face and made of noise of distaste. Tearing her eyes from the window, Cassie peered at him. "Not a fan?" She laughed. With a look of disgust, he shook his head. "Not prestigious enough for you?" She teased.