GIMME!GIMME! | Lando Norris

Three ✨

Lando didn't really remember when he noticed her first. Hell, he couldn't even recall the first time they actually met, but he remembered how warm she felt. Warm—a kind of warmth that reminded him of days before F1 took over every piece of his life. A warmth that made him feel almost normal, almost like he wasn't Lando Norris, the world-famous Formula One driver. And it was strange because he could count on one hand the times they'd worked together—there weren't many, but they were enough for him to know he, somehow, needed her presence in his life.

That was why, when he saw her standing there, rain pouring down with no prospect of stopping, waiting at a deserted bus stop in the middle of nowhere, Woking, he didn't hesitate. It was, admittedly, a little ridiculous: a world-renowned driver stopping his flashy, expensive McLaren for a bus stop pickup. But he couldn't pass up a chance for a few more minutes with her.

"Fancy a lift?"

Isabela looked up, caught off guard, and felt like a deer in headlights. Or maybe she felt more like the universe—or whoever was listening—had gotten so sick of hearing her complain about her situation that they sent a solution in the form of Lando Norris. Couldn't it have been anyone else?

"Oh! Lando, hi. That's... very nice of you, but my bus should be here any minute."

"C'mon, it's pouring, and I don't want you catching a cold two weeks into your new job." He added a wink at the end, and Isabela couldn't help but laugh at his playfulness. Would it really be that bad to take his offer?

"Ha-ha, very funny, Norris. If you're going to tease me, I might just walk home instead."Shaking her head, she went for the car door handle and opened it, deciding it was either sit in the cold, wet rain or take the ride. "I'm going to get your car all wet."

"Don't sweat it." He clicked on a button to start the heating, and the car began to fill with warm air. "So, where to, my lady?"

"Honestly? The middle of nowhere." She laughed, typing her address into his phone's GPS. "It's about 25 minutes from here."

"Lucky for you, I'm an F1 driver, so I'll make it 12."

She rolled her eyes, laughing. "Not sure if that's lucky or sheer stupidity on my part, trusting someone who drives ridiculously fast for a living to get me home safely."

He laughed, and the rest of the ride was quiet in a way that felt comfortable, like they were two old friends rather than coworkers who had barely exchanged words before this.

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"You can stop here," she said once they reached her neighborhood.

He did as she asked, but the look on his face told her he was unimpressed by the building. She felt the need to explain. "I know it looks... bad, like the apartment complex might give out any second, but I promise it's not as bad as it seems. The insides have been remodeled and are surprisingly modern."

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "I didn't say anything! I'm not one to judge."