Lando |220|

Good news? You recognized the sleek black Aston Martin approaching. It belonged to a friend of your brother, which meant you wouldn't end up on the local news tonight.

Bad news? The driver said Aston Martin was the last person you wanted, or expected, to pick you up.

He wasn't the I'll do my friend a favor and rescue his stranded little sister kind of guy. He was the One wrong look at me and I'll destroy you and everyone you love the most kind of guy, and he did it with such a cool, cool air that you wouldn't realize your world was crumbling around you until you were a pile of ash at his Tom Ford-clad feet.

"Get in." He didn't raise his voice—he never did—but you still heard him loud and clear over the rain.

Lando Norris was a force of nature himself, and you imagined even the weather bowed to him.

"I hope you're not waiting for me to open the door," he said when he saw that you weren't moving. He seemed as pleased with the situation as you were.

What a gentleman!