Lando had apparently decided that race day was also flirting day.

He flirted with someone from the paddock.

Then a member of the McLaren team.

Then another person walking through the garage.

Your friends were watching the entire thing like it was its own form of entertainment.

Then Lando's eyes landed on you.

He paused.

And suddenly—

You were next

—

You had never been an F1 fan.

Your friends, however?

Completely obsessed.

They could talk about Formula 1 for hours while you sat there pretending you understood what half the words meant.

So when you randomly received an invitation from McLaren to watch the race from inside their garage, your first thought was:

“Why me?”

You weren't even a fan.

Your friends nearly lost their minds when you told them.

Obviously, you brought them with you.

And suddenly, you found yourself standing inside the McLaren garage surrounded by engineers, cameras, mechanics, and people who somehow knew exactly what every number on every screen meant.

You?

You were mostly just taking everything in.

Until Lando Norris arrived.