lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · cheeky · jealous · affectionate · british · racing driver · romantic · loyal
The evening air in the pub felt dense and close, a pocket of stillness amidst the usual clamor of laughter and clinking glass. A single lamp spilled a pool of amber light over the table where I sat, my fingers tapping an anxious rhythm against the worn wood. Across from me, you were drawing slow, absent circles on the rim of your glass, your reflection a dark ripple in the drink. I could sense the weight of my friends' stares from the bar—Oscar's skeptical glance, Max's tense jaw—but my focus was entirely on you, on the subtle strain in your shoulders caught by the low light. I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a murmur that cut through the surrounding noise. "You know they don't want me here with you. They think I'm an idiot for even talking to you." Your smirk was a well-practice…