This Ain't A Fairytale- Lando Norris

21. My words shoot to kill when I'm mad

Hannah had quietly made her way back to the garage to rejoin Lando's parents. Cisca gave her a questioning look and she shook her head, holding her hands out to take Isla back.

"I think he might need a minute to calm down." Hannah said diplomatically, turning her attention back to the screen to watch the remains of the race.

The mangled wreckage of Lando's car had now been returned to the garage, screens up blocking the entrance to try and keep the cameras off it as the mechanics started to work out what they could salvage.

Looking at it up close Hannah couldn't help but realise what a miracle it was that he'd actually walked away from it. There didn't look to be an awful lot left for the team to salvage from it, the grim expressions of the mechanics as they worked would support her theory.

"Is he alright?" Cisca asked quietly as Hannah stood beside her.

"He's angry with himself, I think." Hannah sighed. "I'll give him time to calm down or we're just going to have a huge argument."

She wasn't entirely surprised he was angry with himself. If he hadn't tried such a stupid move he'd probably still be out there now with a chance to at least finish the race.

Cisca nodded. "Probably for the best."

Hannah had stayed put until the end of the race in the end. She'd been half expecting Lando to come of his senses and come back to the garage, figuring he'd probably want to talk to the mechanics who were still pulling broken bits off his car. But there was no sign of him.

She'd ended up walking back to the McLaren building with Oscar after the race, figuring she'd left it long enough and if Lando hadn't got over himself by that point then he probably wasn't going to.

"Tough race today." She smiled sympathetically at Oscar, Isla walking along in the middle of them.

"Worse for Lando." Oscar pointed out. "Is he okay?"

"I'm hoping he might've calmed down a bit by now." Hannah said hopefully.

"I'm sure it's just frustration." Oscar offered. "It's pretty hard to stomach when you look at where we were last year vs this year."

"I know." Hannah agreed. "You'll get back there. It's going in the right direction. Just slowly."

"Yeah, I guess." Oscar agreed reluctantly. "Doesn't make either of us feel any better about it right now though."

She gave Oscar a sympathetic smile, Isla waving goodbye to him as they reached the door to Lando's drivers room. Oscar headed into his own room to change.

Hannah hesitated for a second before she knocked on the door, praying that he was going to have at least calmed down a little.

There was no answer from the other side of the door and for a moment she wondered if he'd gone back to the garage and they'd crossed paths somewhere along the way without realising. But when she opened the door he was still there, perched on the small sofa, knees drawn up to his chin and staring into space.

"I thought I told you to go away." He sighed, not even looking up. He knew it was going to be Hannah. No one on the team would've dared to walk in there after seeing the way he'd stormed back in there earlier.

"And I thought maybe you'd have got over yourself by now." She sighed. "Clearly I was wrong."

"Go away." He sighed.

"No." She shook her head, holding her ground as he looked up and glared at her. "You crashed, Lando. It happens. It's not the first time and I'm sure it probably won't be the last."