Lando |133|

You were waiting outside the university for your brother, Max Fewtrell, who was supposed to pick you up after his errands.
It's already nighttime, and you're standing there, wearing a jacket and backpack, waiting for your brother when you hear the familiar sound of an engine. You turn your head to see a familiar dark green Porsche.
What bad luck! This is my brother's best friend, Lando Norris. Yes, they're friends, but he likes to joke around and sometimes it offends you.
Stops in front of you.
"Get in," he says in a serious tone. He looks tired after his business.