Private life | Lando Norris

53 - Something Goes Wrong

Lando flinches when something is dropped.

A glass, a phone, anything, he would jump a bit and then shuffle into me. Why, I don't know. We aren't at that stage in the relationship where he would openly tell me. When I try to ask further about Mia he would say, 'i've already told you about everything.', kiss me and that would be the end of the conversation. 

The vacation ended two days ago and since then, Ginny's barely talked to me, Charles loves to talk to me and lastly P and Jade have been really supportive about the whole Lando situation. That I'm happy about, but right now I'm worried about Ginny. Charles hasn't told me zip and instead talks about random things and apologises constantly. I'm in the dark. 

But I have work to focus on. It's a warm morning today. The sun is shining and I'm seeing Imogen since what feels like forever. Marge has been really supportive of me asking for more and more vacation days. 

"Morning!" I chime into the empty cafe. I hear crashing in the back so I assume Marge is here and Imogen will be close by. 

"AHHHHH!" I blur of blond hair rushes out to me, throwing herself in my arms, promptly ignoring the coffee i'm holding. I keep her up while my eyes focus on the coffee that is seconds away from falling out of my hand. 

"Jesus, Imogen, calm down!" I laugh into the air.

Imogen pulls back, a big smile adorning her face. "Oh my god, how was the holiday! I saw your pictures of Lando and I want to know everything!" She gushes.

"Give me a second, then I'll tell you everything." I promise, walking to the hanger and throwing my bag to one of the hooks. Smiling, I pull the apron on as Imogen bounces beside me. 

"Okay, so, Lando and I are together but I don't-"

"YES! I KNEW IT!!" Imogen throws her hands up in excitement.

"Keep it down, both of you!" Marge yells from the back. 

"Sorry Marge!" I yell back, giggling. 

"Keep going, keep going!" Imogen urges me.

"Okay, so I think we're together but I have no idea what we actually are, you know? I'm so confused right now. Were fooling around and.. I really like him but I don't think he feels the same way." 

Imogen nods in understanding. "Right." 

"Yeah, I'm clueless about what he wants us to be and he won't tell me anything. He's all closed up." I sigh, rubbing a palm over my forehead.

"He just, won't say anything?" 

"Yeah," I nod. "He's the best person with me, a gentleman but sometimes he's a complete asshole. Not to me but other people. Just being annoying, not polite and just a totally turn off. Like a wall goes up." I say truthfully. 

"Have you spoken to him about it?" 

"I can't. He just doesn't say anything. Every time I try he says another time, kisses me and then leaves. I hate him for that." I sigh. "But I'm so happy when I'm with him." 

I smile to myself, thinking of him and his laugh. He can make me laugh in any situation and I like that about him. He's carefree but attentive at the same time. He's a perfect Taylor Swift love song. I would play his song over and over again. He's energetic and loves to talk. Mostly random things but sometimes he'll give me a rare insight to him and Max as children. I've learned he loved school as a child but couldn't make friends because of karting. He hated letters and numbers in general. I've learned he has dyslexia but hated talking about it. That's about it. 

"Is he coming today?" Imogen pulls me out of my day dreaming.

"I have no clue. He didn't text me last night." I mumble. That worries me.