Lando stood outside the restaurant with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, checking his phone every few seconds even though you weren’t late.

The second he saw you walking toward him—

He forgot every sentence he had prepared in his head.

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Lando Norris was usually good at talking to people.

Fans, interviewers, celebrities, sponsors—none of it really bothered him anymore.

But you?

You somehow made him nervous in a way nothing else did.

Maybe it was because he actually cared.

Not just in a casual way either.

He had been looking forward to this date for weeks.

Overthinking texts.

Changing outfits five times.

Checking the reservation twice even though he already knew it was correct.

And now that the night had actually arrived?

Lando suddenly felt like he had forgotten how to function normally.