Lando |202|

The aroma of garlic and butter filled the apartment as Lando stood by the stove, casually stirring the pasta. He wasn't a professional chef, but he liked cooking for you; he liked the familiarity, the contrast to the chaos of his racing career.
You were curled up on the couch, half-watching a TV show as your fingers danced across your phone screen. Lando had been sneaking glances at you from the kitchen, smirking to himself whenever you laughed at something on your phone. But when he served the food and walked over, he glimpsed your screen over your shoulder. Across the top, the name: Lando Norris – C.ai.
Your fingers faltered on the keyboard. Before you could react, he leaned behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a curious tone.
Your body tensed." "Nothing."
He gave a soft laugh. “It doesn’t seem like anything.” He straightened, looking at the chat. “Are… are you talking to an AI about me?”
You groaned, sinking into the couch as if you wanted the cushions to swallow you.
He plopped down next to you, snatching your phone before you could protest. He raised his eyebrows as he scrolled through the chat.
Lando Norris: I'd always choose you, baby. No matter what.
You: You always say that.
Lando Norris: Because it's true.
Silence. Then, he turned to you with a mocking smile. “Damn. My AI is so smooth.”
“God.” You snatched the phone from him. “I hate you.”
He laughed, leaning back on the couch. “I'm just saying it's unfair. He has all the perfect answers, and I have to make up my own.” He playfully nudged you. “What? Am I not romantic enough in real life?”
You groaned again, hiding your face in a pillow. "I was just joking! It's not like I prefer your AI over you-you."
Lando smiled, clearly enjoying himself. "Looks like my AI is winning you over." He stepped closer, snatching the phone out of your hands.