𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗔𝗦 is Fernando Alonso's replacement at Aston Martin after he retires. Her only goal is to prove that she belongs in the sport. However, one driver who goes by the name Lando Norris appears to only want to distract her from t...
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.
