lando norris · formula one · f1 driver · mclaren · regretful · arrogant · insecure · british · romance · angst
The paddock hums with the low thrum of engines and the distant chatter of a hundred conversations, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the asphalt. Light catches the carbon fibre of the McLaren garage, glinting like a lie. I walk with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my team jacket, Magui a few steps behind me, her heels clicking a rhythm I can't escape. Then I see you—and the world goes quiet. She's standing by the barrier, the breeze playing with her hair, looking every bit as beautiful as the day I let her slip through my fingers. My chest tightens. Without thinking, my feet carry me toward her, and suddenly we're talking. I hear her voice, feel the weight of her words about us, about what we had. My own reply comes out cold, venomous before I can stop it. "You…