teammates ; Lando Norris

three

The night of the Christmas dinner with McLaren had come faster than i anticipated. I flew back to Nice, France for the six days because it would be cheaper than staying in London.

Unfortunately, I don't have the financial perk of being an f1 driver yet.

But I'm back in London- thankfully staying in a hotel that's financed by McLaren.

Luckily for me as well, the hotel I'm staying in is where we are having the team dinner- in one of the function rooms.

I'm not sure if all of McLaren personnel will be there but even then with how large the hotel is it is more than capable of hosting them all.

I flatten my hands along my dress. I was unsure what kind of dress to wear seeing as this is my first formal event with the team, I didn't know how modest I needed to be.

I opted for a long, dark red dress made from a lovely silk material. The red for Christmas of course.

I started getting ready too early and now I am somehow rushing around my hotel room running late.

The back of my dress took me way longer to zip up than I expected and I couldn't find one of my heals despite unpacking my stuff quite neatly.

I'm already dreading the end of the night where I'll need to unzip it. I'm not sure why the zip is so stiff when it fits perfectly.

I start putting my necklace on when I get a message on my phone- I widen my eyes.

Not from the message. From the time.

18:59

Shit.

I immediately stand up while continuing to put my little gold heart necklace on. It eventually clasps on and I grab my phone before running out of the room.

I speed walk as best and gracefully as I can in heels down the hallway and towards the elevator.

I turn the corner just as it starts closing. "Hold it, please!" I exclaim.

The person in the lift makes no effort to keep the door open to me as they stay leaned against the back wall.

However I do get it to open again for me, the sensors having sensed my hand in between the closing doors.

It opens and I let out a breath as I compose myself before entering the elevator.

What dick wouldn't even try and-

Lando.

"Oh hi." I stand on the other side of the elevator. He finally glances up and slightly raises his eyebrows when he sees me.

He gives me a small tight lipped smile as a response before turning his attention back to his phone.

He's wearing black slacks along with a black shirt and blazer.

I can't lie- he looks hot.

The colour black compliments him so well.

"Did you know it was me trying to get into the elevator?" I say suddenly as I realise he didn't even try and help me.

"Yeah."