Problematic || Lando Norris

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Madelyn Francis-Clark
Miami 🇺🇸

I sat in the Red Bull garage playing with the curled wire to my headset as I stared up at one of the many screens which showed the finish line. However I didn't need to look to know the cars were coming close to a finish. The pit of my stomach beginning to rumble along with my organs that rattled around as seconds later Lando's Orange Mclaren shot across the finish line followed by the two redbulls seven seconds later.

I looked up at my dad to catch the sour look on his face seeing Norris cross the line before his two drivers. He just took off his headset and walked off out into the back as me and everyone else clapped for the drivers getting places on the podium.

For one of the first few times I followed the Red Bull crowd to where everyone watched the podium. Some of the mechanics were kind enough to allow me to filter through to the barricade getting the best view of the drivers. I never really bothered to watch the podium before doing it on the odd occasion of feeling like I needed to. But this time I got the rare feeling of wanting to so I filled this need.

I smiled as Daniel and Max walked out waving at the crowd and continued to smile as Lando did the same teasing the camera which followed his movements. I got my phone out and took pictures of the of the Red Bull drivers receiving their trophies, ignoring the crowd I unfortunately happened to be standing in as I continued to snap pictures of Lando.

After the celebrations I quickly ran through the crowd to meet Max to congratulate him. As I hurried through the corridors not looking as I turned the corner and hit into someone.

I scoffed before looking up to see a Lando who was dripping with a mixture of champagne and sweat. The smiling driver looked down at me now ignoring the presences of Zak Brown entirely who was walking alongside him before I disrupted their route. There was a moment of silence before any of us spoke something different crossing all three of our minds.

"Have either of you seen Max?" I ask despite knowing where to go I just said something to fill the silence.

"I'll show you, I need to speak to him." Lando said with a smile before patting Zak on the back. "We'll speak later Zak."

"Lando." The American said with a warning tone in his voice which the driver ignored as he swung his arm over my shoulder leading me to Max.

"You stink." I grimace pushing his body away from me, the millisecond I touched his body I felt his damp fireproofs on the palm of my hands.

Lando looked over his shoulder noticing Zak was no longer there before he grabbed my body pulling it into his. My head forcefully falling to his chest being forced to inhale the concoction of sweat, oil and alcohol as well as feeling it on my skin.

"Lando!" I exclaimed, freezing as I felt his muscles lock me in place.

"Ugh, get off!" I later break away from his body as thoughts of people seeing us invaded my mind. My face contorted as I now smelt the same stench on my body.

"You stink." He screwed his face up wafting his hand in front of his nose but breaking into laughter after seeing the glare I sent him.

"It's not funny." I moan taking my handbag off my shoulder rummaging around for a perfume or body spray something which can help.
To my delight I found what I was looking for and drowned my body in my spray.

"A little much no?" He asked looking at the spray residue that hung in the air.

"I can still smell it!" I cried throwing my head back.

"Smelling like a winner." Lando winked at me as we started walking through the corridors again.

"Is that your way of asking for a congratulations?" I raise an eyebrow looking at the driver.