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𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

{ riley's version }

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I smiled as Lando took the seat next to me, handing him on of my AirPods. He took it without hesitation and gave me a playful glare as he realized I was listening to Taylor Swift.

"Riles, I love you. But we need to get you liking other music."

"Taylor Swift is good. There is a song for everything!"

He sighed at me, shaking his head. "Give me your phone."

"Nuh uh. I want Taylor Swift."

"Girl no. Phone." He held out his hand and I gave in, handing it to him. He scrolled for a second and I just realized that he already knew the code. I didn't want to change it, I didn't really have anything to hide.

"Oh my god, this is such white girl music."

"Rude."

He chuckled as I crossed my arms, leaning against my seat on the plane. He kept scrolling and the song changed from Dancing With Our Hands Tied to Her Diamonds.

"I know this one!"

"I'm surprised." He joked as he handed my phone back. I looked to see what songs he added to the que onto to see he just started playing his own playlist. I saved it so I could have the chance to listen to it later in depth.

"So, Monza? How are you feeling?"

"So fucking excited. It's my dream track and to see the TIFOSI up close. God, Sebastian Vettel was right. Everyone is a Ferrari fan."

"If I see you wearing a single piece of red this weekend."

"I can't. Red hair and red clothes do not vibe together. Plus, I'll probably just wear the same variation of clothes I did in Zandervoort. I didn't pack much."

He raised an eyebrow at me and I saw the thought starting to form in his mind as his smile grew.

"Lan."

"Riles."

"No."

He gasped. "You don't even know what I'm going to say."

"I don't need to, no."

"You're telling me you don't want a free shopping trip."

My face dropped. "Lando Norris."

"Full name, I'm fucked."

"You are not buying me anything."

He shrugged. "It's not like I'm going to run out of money. Let me, please. As a treat for being my good luck charm."

"I don't want you spending all that money on me. Nothing in Italy is cheap."

"What about this?" He leaned closer to me, hand on my arm. It felt like fire but I forced myself to focus on those deep blue eyes. "You can pay for lunch and I can pay for clothes."