Formula 1 | One Shots

It's Friday Then | Lando Norris

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by user: ej020309

Done in 3rd person POV
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Lando stood in the middle of his kitchen in Monaco, staring at the recipe book on the counter with a confused expression. His girlfriend, Emilia, stood next to him, was trying not to giggle as she watched him struggle to figure out what came next. 

"Okay, wait," Lando said, scratching his head. "How much flour are we supposed to use again?" 

Emilia leaned over his shoulder, looking at the instructions. "One and a half cups. You know, the part where it says 'flour,'" she teased. 

Lando grinned, picking up the bag of flour. "I knew that. I'm just testing you." 

"Sure you are," she replied, rolling her eyes with a smile. 

They had decided to spend the day indoors, away from the prying eyes of fans and cameras, trying something different, baking cupcakes. They hadn't made their relationship public yet, and they were trying to keep it low-key. Neither of them were experts, but that didn't matter. It was all about the fun they were having together. As Lando poured the flour into the bowl, an intrusive thought entered his mind. 

Without warning, he scooped up a small handful of flour and lightly tossed it at Emilia. The white powder landed on her hair and shoulders, making her gasp in surprise. 

"Lando!" she laughed, brushing the flour off her shirt. 

"You're going to regret that." 

"Oh yeah?" Lando took a step back, already knowing what was coming. Before he could react, Emilia grabbed a handful of flour from the counter and tossed it right back at him. The flour puffed into the air and landed all over his face, making him look like a ghost. 

Lando stood frozen for a moment, blinking as the flour settled on him. Then, he burst into laughter. "Okay, okay! I deserved that," he admitted, trying to wipe the flour from his eyes. 

Emilia was laughing so hard she had to lean against the counter, otherwise she'd fall over. "You look ridiculous!" she managed between giggles. 

Lando shook his head, a smirk plastered on his face. "Oh, I'm not going down alone." He grabbed a fistful of flour and chased her around the kitchen, both of them laughing uncontrollably as they threw flour at each other, completely forgetting about the cupcakes. 

"Lando, no!" Emilia squealed as she hid behind the kitchen island, trying to avoid another flour attack. Her heart was racing, and her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Lando, determined to get the upper hand, darted around the counter, catching her by surprise. 

He gently grabbed her waist, pulling her into a hug, and dumped the last bit of flour onto her head. "You're covered!" Lando teased, brushing some of the flour off her nose. 

Emilia playfully pushed him away. "Look at yourself! We're both a mess!" 

They paused for a moment, both out of breath from the chaos. The kitchen was a disaster, flour spread everywhere, and their clothes were dusted in white powder. But they couldn't stop laughing. 

"Maybe baking isn't our strong suit," Lando joked, eyeing the bowl with batter on the counter. 

"Yeah, we're not exactly professionals," Emilia agreed, still smiling. She grabbed a towel to start wiping the flour off her face, but Lando stopped her, gently brushing some flour off her cheek with his hand. 

For a brief moment, their laughter stopped, and they stood close, their eyes locked onto each other. Emilia felt her heart skip a beat as Lando's playful expression softened, replaced by a look of affection.