Flight Attendant - Lando norris fanfic

19- Persistence

The weeks following our break-up were a blur of conflicting emotions. It seemed like every time I turned around, there was a new gift from Lando waiting at my door. The first bouquet arrived with a simple note that read, Thinking of you. It was sweet, but the gesture was more of a painful reminder of what I had left behind. Each new delivery—a box of gourmet chocolates, a delicate bracelet, and a beautiful journal—was a testament to his desire to mend what had been broken. But each gift also served as a constant reminder of the unresolved feelings I had for him.

Despite my efforts to ignore the emotional tug of Lando's gifts, I kept up with the F1 season. McLaren's remarkable performance was hard to ignore. Their strong driver lineup and the fierce competition for the championship between McLaren, Red Bull, and Ferrari had become a regular part of my daily routine. Watching the races, I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia and regret.

My current work situation had me flying primarily for Red Bull, which meant I was frequently in close contact with Max Verstappen. Max was a breath of fresh air. His easygoing nature and genuine demeanor were a welcome distraction from the storm of emotions I was navigating. We had developed a friendly rapport, and Max's presence often lifted my spirits during our flights.

One particular evening, Max and I were preparing for a flight from Monaco to Canada. The cabin was buzzing with the usual pre-flight activity when Lando walked on board, much to my surprise. His appearance was both a shock and a reminder of the unresolved tension between us.

As I went about my duties, I noticed Lando's gaze following me. The weight of his stare was heavy, and I could feel the unspoken words hanging in the air. Max, ever the observant one, seemed to sense the unease and approached me with a knowing smile.

"Hey, Cordelia," Max said, casually leaning against the galley. "Looks like you've got some company."

I forced a smile, trying to maintain my composure. "Yeah, it's a bit of a surprise. I wasn't expecting Lando to be on this flight."

Max chuckled. "Well, it's a small world. Maybe we can make the best of it."

Max had been a good friend, and his ability to read the room often came in handy. It wasn't long before I noticed that Max was subtly orchestrating a scenario that would allow Lando and me to have some time alone. His strategy was clear: he wanted us to talk things out and resolve the ongoing tension.

As the flight progressed, Max made a point of engaging Lando in conversation, subtly guiding him towards a quieter part of the jet. Max's smooth handling of the situation was something I appreciated more than I could express. It felt like he was giving us the space we needed to address our unresolved issues.

Eventually, Max approached me again with a friendly grin. "You know, Cordelia, I think Lando could use some company. It's a long flight, and you might want to check in on him."

I nodded, understanding the underlying message. "Thanks, Max. I'll see if he needs anything."

With a deep breath, I made my way to the area where Lando was seated. He looked up as I approached, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and nervousness.

"Hi, Lando," I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady. "Can we talk?"

He nodded, his expression shifting from apprehensive to relieved. "Yeah, I'd like that."

We found a secluded corner of the jet, away from the hustle and bustle of the cabin. The quiet atmosphere allowed us to speak candidly, and the conversation flowed with a mix of emotional depth and vulnerability.

"I've been thinking a lot about us," Lando began, his voice tinged with frustration and longing. "I know I've been persistent, but I really believe we have something worth fighting for."

I looked down at my hands, trying to steady my racing heart. "Lando, it's not just about you. It's about my job, my career, and how everything has changed since we broke up. I'm struggling to find a balance."

"I get that," Lando said softly. "But I miss you. I miss us. I've been trying to show you that I'm serious about making things work."

His words struck a chord, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. "It's just so hard, Lando. I see McLaren's success, and it reminds me of what we had. But I also have to protect my career and reputation. It's not easy to navigate."

Lando reached out, his hand gently touching mine. "I know it's complicated. But I'm willing to be patient. I want us to find a way to make this work, even if it means taking things slowly."

I felt a tear slip down my cheek. "I've been rethinking everything. Maybe there's a way to balance both my career and our relationship. Maybe we can find a middle ground."

Lando's eyes softened with affection. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I just want us to be together, even if it means keeping things private."

As the flight continued, we talked about our feelings, our fears, and our hopes for the future. The conversation was raw and emotional, filled with moments of vulnerability and connection. Despite the challenges, it was clear that our bond was still strong.

By the time we landed in Montreal, we had reached a mutual understanding. We decided to give our relationship another chance, with the agreement that we would keep things private and proceed with caution. It wasn't an easy decision, but it was one that we felt was worth making.

As we parted ways, there was a sense of resolution. We knew it wouldn't be easy, but we were ready to face the challenges together. Max's subtle intervention had given us the opportunity to clear the air, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of hope and possibility for our future.