Sofia

P1. Lando Finished P1. That race was a hell of a lot more interesting than Suzuka, maybe I really can see myself enjoying F1 cause I really did enjoy that.

I pull my phone out my pocket as Kennedy, Isaiah and I head back to the hotel after the Grand Prix. I open Instagram, fingers hovering over Lando's name before I give in and click it.

Sofia:
Well done, you were amazing
Out there.

Lando:
Thank you Sof, you still up
For tonight? Max and Pietra will
Be there.

Sofia:
Yeah, sounds good. Just text me
Details

Lando:
*Phone number attachment*
Text me.

"Who the hell's got you all giddy like a teenager?" Kennedy laughs as we walk through the Hotel Lobby. My eyes widen barely having comprehended Lando's last DM.

"Uh no one important." I shrug, Kennedy laughs looking over my shoulder down at my phone. An audible gasp escaping her.

"No way!" She smiles, eyes switching rapidly between Isaiah and I, "babe. He sent her his number, the invite tonight. AND, he gave you his hat. He's interested."

I shake my head, feeling the weight of Lando's McLaren cap on my head. I gulp looking down at the DM once more to make sure I read it right.

"She's got you there Sof. He likes you." Isaiah agrees. I swallow, hard.

"Absolutely not. And even if he was interested, 1. It's probably for a quick fuck. And 2. I don't date sportsmen." I remind my best friend of my previous relationship, she only rolls her eyes.

"You never explained why you haven't blocked that son of a bitch anyway." Kennedy counters. She also has a point there. Fuck sake, why are my friends always the ones to call me out? Just support my delusions, it's not that hard.

"Don't need the drama." I shrug as we get in the elevator of the luxurious hotel. My throat dry with the events of the day.

"Night out with Lando tonight might change your outlook on sportsmen." Isiah shrugs, "we're not all like Lukas."

"Nope. No way. Nothing in this world could change my mind. If anything Lando and I will just be friends." I say with deep conviction lacing every word. It's true, nothing can change that.

"Yeah yeah." Isaiah rolls his eyes with a hint of sass to his voice that shocks me.

"Training him well Ken." I chuckle to the gorgeous ginger beside me who smiles brightly muttering a happy thanks.

"Text me the details when you get them? We'll meet in the Lobby." Kennedy smiles as we get to the couples floor, Isaiah holding his hand out to stop the doors from closing as Kennedy continues, "don't you dare get rid of the hat."

"Okay okay." I chuckle rolling my eyes as I laugh a quick goodbye to two of my closest friends and head up to the next floor where my hotel room is.

After a few minutes, I'm back in my hotel room. I messaged Lando's number and since then, I've spend the past 20 minutes digging through my suitcase searching for my best outfit to wear tonight. Clubs in Miami? What do you wear to clubs in Miami? I don't think I've ever been on a night out outside of Europe.

Usually my nerves would be eating me alive, anxiety causing physical symptoms and discomfort. But tonight, despite the fact I don't know Miami, I know I'm safe with Kennedy and Isaiah.

While, Scrounging through my suitcase my phone buzzes. Lando.

Papaya boy:
We'll be outside your hotel
At 9:40, heading to a bar then
The club.

Sofia:
Looking forward to it.

My heart pounds as I search my suitcase again. Mini denim skirt, well very mini. Knee high black boots, tight black top. Easy, simple. Can never go wrong with simple, right? Jewellery will spice it up enough.

I quickly look at the time on my phone 8:25. Shit. Okay. I got this. I get changed and begin doing my hair as I relay the information Lando sent me to Kennedy over text before continuing doing my hair, half up half down slick back bun? Yeah. After finishing my hair I move straight onto my makeup, praying it stays on my face for at least half the night.

And soon enough, I'm ready. At 9:26. I head down to the lobby, meeting up with Isaiah and Ken who seem a lot more dressed up than me. I pray I haven't made a mistake in my outfit choice as we head outside. Two sleek black cars waiting for us, i watch as one of the back doors of the car opens and Lando steps out, his brown curls prominent through his mullet, black pants and a tight white button down shirt.

I can't deny the man's attractive. But that doesn't mean anything. He walks up to us, and greets Isaiah and Kennedy before he greets me with a gentle hug.

"Sofia? You happy to come with me? Isaiah and Kennedy can go in the other car." His eyes flicker between the two cars.

"Yeah of course, Lan." I nod, the nickname slipping past my lips without a second thought until I notice the smirk tugging at his lips.

I force my anxiety to disappear as I get in the car with Lando. Night surrounding Miami as we're driven through loud streets until we reach the bar.

"Have you been to Miami before?" Lando asks as he opens the car door for me to get out.

"No, I haven't really been out of Europe much." I shrug as I get out the car. Lando closes the car door before offering me his arm, i swallow nervously and interlock my arm around his.

"Well, you better make some good memories tonight." Lando winks as Ken and Isaiah get out the car behind us.

"I plan on it." I nod in agreement as we all head into the bar, my eyes instantly fall on the group surrounding a pretty large table, Max, Pietra, Oscar, and a few other people I haven't met yet.

Lando heads off to get me a drink while Kennedy Isaiah and I introduce ourselves to those in the group we haven't met before.

Before long Lando returns, pulling a chair from a separate table and gesturing for me to sit beside him, i comply.

"When are you heading back to London?" He questions sipping at his beer, dark eyes trained on me as he barely acknowledges anyone else in the group.

"Tuesday early morning. I have a sidemen shoot on Wednesday." I explain, his expression falls ever so slightly before he nods in understanding.

"Try not to do what you did last time." He chuckles sending me a quick wink.

"I'll try. It wasn't even that serious, it was the truth." I chuckle sipping on my glass of wine. Lando's brows furrowed as if that was the last thing he expected me to say.

"You actually wanna quit YouTube?" He asks, eyes still trained on me as we continue a conversation completely oblivious to everyone else.

"No. I never said that. I said I don't know." I correct, sipping at my wine as I try and force the anxiety's down as they crawl to the surface. Lando seems to sense my discomfort as he places a hand on my arm gently in a comforting motion.

"It's never too late to try something new." He shrugs, adding more to my anxiety before he changes the subject.

"I'll be in London at the end of next week. We can meet up, if that's something you'd be interested in?" Lando asks with a hopeful gaze, i almost feel naive as i nod.

"To do what?" I ask, his hand lingering on my arm for a moment longer before he pulls away taking another sip of his beer.

"Hang out, talk about getting you a bit more involved in quadrant or something." I nod nervously as I swallow listening to his words.

"That sounds good to me" I agree. Lando and I continue our conversation, switching back and forth. Our conversation flows, talking about travelling, formula one, brands, clothing. It lasts what feels like hours before Kennedy and Max finally pull us from  the depths of our conversation.

Lando and I follow the group to the club, staying a few feet behind them as alcohol burns in our system only fuelling our conversation further.

"Drinks?" Lando turns to me with a cheeky grin as we enter the club, a matching grin erupts on my face. Mind hazed with the effects of wine.

"Jägerbombs?" I counter, desperate for the alcohol to chase away my anxiety... anxiety? I'm in a club, I've been so engrossed with Lando and I's conversation I've barely had the chance to worry.

Lando nods turning to the bar and ordering two Jägerbombs, they're made insanely quickly. The bartender clearly recognising Lando.

Lando slides one of the shots over to me with a wink, i take it in hand. We cheers out shots and magically their gone. Both shot in seconds. Oh this is gonna be a good night.