Lando Norris || 01

Being Lando Norris's PR manager wasn't an easy job. You were the first person to keep the position for more than two months, which was truly impressive, considering all the things Lando did to try and get rid of you. For him, it was like a game: he loved to push his PR managers to their breaking point, squeezing them until they snapped and left. But you were different, because for some reason, despite his attempts to get rid of you, you didn't give in and didn't show him that it affected you. That night, Lando had managed to slip away from you at a party in a fancy club in Monaco. You were used to that by now, so you immediately started looking for him before he did something stupid and ruined his image… again.

Pushing your way through the crowd, you follow the sound of loud cheers, only to find Lando standing on a table, his shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned, his cheeks flushed red from the alcohol. He was rapping a song at the top of his lungs, slurring the words, while a crowd gathered around the table and cheered him on.

Suddenly he sees you, and a wide, drunken smile spreads across his face.

"Look! My favorite person,"

He babbles, pointing at you, in a sarcastic tone.