i love you • formula one

09

third person

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15/05/2020

With a defeated sigh, Lyra closed the lid of her laptop. Her hands rubbed her eyes after another late-night study session. The second year of her university course was slowly coming to an end, however no one could've predicted the circumstances in which she would be submitting assignments. Because she lived with Lando, Lyra had been in strict isolation with him to reduce the risk of either of them getting ill. Sacha was with his family during the whole ordeal which left the two alone in their house together. The pair had spent so much time together in the past that the chances of either of them getting sick of the other were slim.

It was a fair point to say that Lyra wasn't coping well with the online learning. She thought her course was hard enough as it was when she had to go into her lessons, and the switch wasn't going well for her. Despite this, she had yet to fail any of her assignments and was able to, with a lot of hard work, get decent marks. The young girl couldn't wait until she was able to work with Lando and Jon during her placement year. Everything was confirmed around Christmas in the previous year with the McLaren team and her university and set to start for the Russian Grand Prix at the end of September.

Lyra placed her laptop on the empty side of her double bed. She could hear Lando chatting away on his stream in the other room despite it being nearly midnight. It had been a few hours since she had annoyed him, so decided to leave the comfort of her room and go to the gaming room.

The door was slightly ajar, the blue light from his wall display glowing down the dark hallway as Lyra approached. Her footsteps were muffled by the taupe carpet. When she eventually pushed open on the door, she noticed Lando jump slightly and glance to her. The movement was promptly followed by a groan, and he threw his head back in frustration.

"You just killed me!" Lando exclaimed, a pout on his lips as he adjusted his headphones so just one ear was covered by them. A quick glance to the screen told Lyra he had been playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, a game she didn't particularly enjoy simply because she wasn't very good at it.

She scrunched up her nose and let out a laugh. "You shouldn't have been so easily distracted - all I did was open the door."

"Yeah, but I wasn't expecting it," he said with a frown. "You were so quiet I thought you were finally having an early night. You could've been a robber or something."

Lyra let out another laugh and stepped further into the room. She knew Lando was streaming but didn't care as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her head on him. They (the chat) all knew who she was and the nature of her platonic relationship with him despite her desperately craving something more. Her blue eyes flicked to the screen to read over some of the incoming messages, most of which were amused by the fact that she had caused Lando to fail in the gulag.

"How's your essay coming along?" Lando questioned, his hand reaching up to rest on top of Lyra's as he relaxed in his chair.

"Well, I'm four thousand down, just another thousand to go."

He grimaced. "That doesn't sound fun."

"Far from it. At least it's my last one before I'm done for the year. I just wish we were able to go out and celebrate it."