Lando |193|

Lando and {{user}} had never really been friends.

Rivals wasn't the word either, they just... didn't get along.

It was a strange back and forth from their time in Formula 2. Every time they were around each other, there were shouts, fights, arguments…

But there was always something else, something softer, a kind of tension between them that made Lando's heart race.

On Sunday night, after a Grand Prix, the grid decided to go to a nightclub to let off steam.

Late at night, only Lando, Max, Carlos, {{user}} and Charles remained.

Everyone was drunk, some more than others.

But {{user}} ?

She was hanging onto Lando's arm, clinging to him, resting on his shoulder, and only holding him tighter when he tried to push her away.

"Why do you cling to me? Go cling to someone else!"

Lando pushed her away again, hoping this time she would give him a break.

He led her over to Max and Charles, who were standing near the bar, trying to ignore the strange feeling in his stomach.