Problematic || Lando Norris

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Madelyn Francis-Clark
Miami 🇺🇸

After learning we were travelling to Miami I found myself getting excited for one of the few times on my off season. The only thing keeping me sane is all the traveling i'm able to do. I've always wanted to travel the world but due to my strict training schedules I never managed to find the time. So at least I can walk away from this with a great instagram.

The sprint race had just finished and I waited for Max to finish his final interviews, with him placing first. The Redbull driver told me he wanted to do something after the race which I didn't oppose, I always enjoy spending time with Max.

One of the things that has been plaguing my week is Lando. I haven't spoke to him since the club in China. We've briefly seen each other but I ignored him at all costs although he didn't make it particularly difficult as he for some reason chose to play the same game, almost confusing me but I pushed those thoughts aside. Despite ignoring each other I couldn't escape him no matter what I did on my phone he and McLaren were everywhere, causing me to delete the F1 apps Max had me download as they notified me of his every move.

It was Lando's first race back with his ban now being lifted and McLaren upgraded his car for his return. They tried to claim the cause of Lando's crash was due to his car not being ready with faulty upgrades which people surprising believed. So now they had to upgrade the car to actually look as though.

I looked up from my freshly painted nails when I heard footsteps coming and smiled when I saw Max heading my way. Max had got changed out of his racing suit into jeans and black hoodie, despite the red bull cap he wore which hid his exhausted face.

"Congrats." I said as I wrapped my arms around his torso and squeeze him, "I guess those McLaren upgrades aren't as effective as they'd hope."

As Max pulled away he looked down at me with a puzzled expression, probably because I have a little more knowledge of the sport rather just than knowing where him and Danny placed. "It's everywhere I can't escape it." I Inform him a smile now appearing on his lips.

"Lando DNF'ed." He told me as we headed to his car, "He didn't finish. He had a crash." He added after picking up on my confused silence.

"Oh." I said, biting my tongue nearly laughing at the irony. "Where are we going then, driver?" I asked as he held the door for me and I climbed in.

"The harbour." Max said starting up the car once in his seat, reversing out of his spot. "I know someone with a boat there. He said I could borrow it."

We spent the evening watching the sky grow darker whilst relaxing together. The boat got driven out into the sea so we could relax and not feeling like we had eyes on us at all time. As the evening went on it got colder so I threw on a hoodie which inconveniently happened to be Lando's thankfully Max didn't pick up on it. In my defence the hoodie is really comfortable and the perfect over size fit. I do plan on returning it just when he asks.

I had a fun evening with Max and looked back at the pictures I had taken selecting the ones I was going to post. I chose one which Max had taken of me from the start, where I was sitting in the drivers seat with his cap on backwards. I post the image and then went to take it down and re-upload it this time tagging Max but before I had the chance a notification came up on the top of my screen. Lando Norris had liked my story. My hands froze leaving me staring at the notification  this was the first time either of us had interacted through any form of media, I thought I had him blocked not gonna lie.

I finally click on my story once coming to my senses, a new wave of doubt filling my mind wondering if that was the right picture to post. If only that was the case. I let out a small scream as I see the actual picture I posted. Hating myself for not noticing before. I stare in horror as the picture I had accidentally posted was a mirror selfie I had taken on the yacht of me in Lando's hoodie. I tried to hurry as I quick as I could my fingers scrambling to find the delete button not even bothering to look at the views knowing Lando had already seen it.