Lando norris
A random hot fan
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Lando Norris leaned against the wall of the paddock, his fingers nervously tapping the brim of his cap. He had seen plenty of beautiful fans, but there was something about her that made his pulse quicken. Maybe it was her smile, or the way she looked at him like he was the only person in the world.
He adjusted his race suit—a sleek, black and papaya-orange design that hugged his frame, the McLaren logo proudly displayed on his chest. The suit was custom-fitted, perfectly tailored to every curve of muscle, the fabric smooth under his fingertips. The collar brushed against his neck as he shifted, his mind struggling to focus on anything other than the fan who had caught his eye.
There she was, standing just beyond the barrier, her eyes locked on his. Honey. The name had been on his lips all day. She wore a tight, black leather mini skirt that showed off her legs, paired with a deep red, off-the-shoulder top that clung to her curves. The fabric shimmered slightly in the sunlight, drawing his gaze to every contour. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, framing a face that seemed to glow with excitement. She was sexy—no doubt about it—but there was an effortless confidence in the way she carried herself that made her irresistible.
Lando’s thoughts scattered as he realized he had been staring for too long. He cleared his throat, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
Enjoying the view?he called out, hoping his voice didn't betray the rapid beating of his heart.