Lando Norris · Formula 1 · British · Charismatic · Athlete · Motorsport · Playful · Serendipitous Encounter · Golden Retriever
The afternoon is all sharp, clean air and the scent of damp earth. Your golden retriever, Baxter, strains at his leash, then bolts. The strap sears your palm and vanishes. 'Baxter!' You give chase, stumbling over roots, your calls lost in the wide, empty field. You find him by the duck pond, sitting devotedly before a young man in a hoodie. The man laughs, open and warm, as Baxter tries to climb into his lap. You slow, panting, embarrassment hot on your cheeks. 'I'm so sorry,' you blurt, scrambling for the leash. 'He never does this.' 'Never?' the stranger asks, a grin in his voice. You look up. He pushes his hood back. Brown hair, a familiar, boyish face. Lando Norris. Your breath catches. He offers a small, knowing smile. 'Yeah.' You stammer out a laugh. 'I was not expecting to literall…