Lando's POV:

Following Maisie around the paddock had become my routine for these few days. Seeing her was like the cup of coffee I needed to start my morning with the right foot.

"So Maisie Findlay." I spoke and she responded with an annoyed hum as we walked, usually me chasing her. "When are you gonna let me take you out?" I kept insisting and she scoffed.

"You just don't know when to give up, do you?" She asked as she flipped through her notebook, focused on her work.

"No." I shrugged smiling and I saw a little smile appear on her face. "Are these for me?" I grabbed her notebook, taking it from her.

"Give that back." She tried getting it back but I raised my hand in the air.

She stood on her tip toes trying to get her notebook back. She tried pulling my arm and I just laughed. I looked at the notebook and squinted.

"Is Red Bull on a higher level this year?" I read and looked at her offended. "This are not for me." I put my hand on my chest and she finally grabbed her notebook.

"No." She closed her notebook, holding it to her hips. "I only ask questions to drivers who make it to Q3." She fired with a sarcastic smile.

"Ouch." I put my hand on my chest and smiled.

"Hey Maisie." We heard a voice, it was her friend, Chiara. "You need to be at the press conference in 10." She spoke looking at her hardboard and looked up.

"Hello Chi." I smiled raising my eyebrows.

"Lando." She looked at me unamused by my presence. "You should be there too." She added.

"Yeah, just wanted to say hi to your friend." I wrapped my arm around Maisie and she glared at me. "Sorry." I smiled innocently and took my arm off her.

"Go." Maisie raised her eyebrows at me.

"Yes ma'am." I spoke and she chuckled softly shaking her head. "I'll see you Maisie Findlay!" I yelled as I walked away and saw her close her eyes and shake her head. I smiled victorious.

[...]

I saw her in between the crowd, she was flipping through her notebook, getting ready. I smiled to myself as I watched her put a strand of hair behind her ear.

She caught me staring and I winked at her. She rolled her eyes with a smile and looked back at her notebook.

The conference started. I was sat between Carlos and George.

"George." I heard Maisie's voice and turned to look at George, a huge smile appeared on his face.

"Yes darling?" He replied.

"Last year you got your first Formula 1 win, what are you aiming for this year?" She asked keeping her professionalism.

"I'm aiming for many things this year." George replied and some people chuckled. "I would say going for more wins, staying competitive." He added.

"Carlos." Maisie called him and he smiled raising his eyebrows slightly. "Last year you had a few problems adapting to the car, do you feel more adapted to the car this year?" She asked.

"I don't like to talk about the start of last year." He joked and Maisie chuckled. "And yeah, this year the car feels good, I can't say too much but the car feels great." He replied.

"Mr. Norris." She looked at me.

"Mr. Norris, I like that." I joked earning some chuckles from the people in the room.

"Where do you see McLaren this year?" She asked.

"I see us doing great." I remarked the word us. "Maybe even amazing. You know, winning and all." I added and she smiled softly.

"Thank you Lando." She stepped back and I nodded smiling.

[...]

I was talking with Carlos and George. I saw Maisie talking with Max.

"Hey Maisie Findlay." I called her as I walked towards her, leaving the others behind.

"Hey Lando Norris." She smiled looking at me.

"Max." I looked at him and we bumped fists.

"Nice press conference, right?" I asked and she shrugged.

"It wasn't that bad." She replied.

"You did great, don't be humble." I nudged her slightly and she laughed.

"That's the worst piece of advice ever but thank you." She spoke in between laughter.

"So are you ready to see me win tomorrow?" I asked and she raised her eyebrows.

"From P11?" She crossed her arms and Max laughed.

"Hey, everything's possible baby." I walked behind her. "Just gotta have you cheering for me." I added in a whisper and she turned her head to look at me.

"Too bad, I'm not anyone's lucky charm." She spoke and I raised my eyebrows.

"I'm not anyone." I tilted my head.

"I need to get to another press conference. Goodbye." She smiled pushing me back slightly. "Let's go Max." She grabbed his arm, dragging him with her.

"I'll see you around Maisie Findlay!" I yelled as she walked away.

Max turned to look at me and smiled raising his eyebrows up and down. I chuckled.

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Maisie's POV:

I was walking through the paddock looking for Chiara. Where was this girl? Sweat trickled down my forehead, the weather was horrible. I tried blowing some air with the papers I was holding using them as a fan.

"Maisie." I heard a voice and turned around seeing George.

"Hey George." I smiled when I saw him.

"You look hot." He spoke and I raised my eyebrows. "No pun intended." He chuckled and handed me his water bottle.

"Thank you." I smiled taking a sip as we started walking.

"So, what is such a pretty girl doing walking alone in this horrible weather?" He asked and I chuckled softly looking down.

"I'm looking for my friend." I handed him back his water bottle.

"Chiara?" He asked and I nodded. "I saw her and Carlos by the Ferrari garage." He added and I sighed throwing my head back.

"I'm gonna go get her." I spoke stopping to turn the other way towards the Ferrari garage.

"I'll walk you there." He increased his pace a little to catch up with me and I looked at him. "Don't want you to get lost." He added and I chuckled softly.

"Alright, guess I could use some company." I smiled and he smiled back.

"So how do you know Carlos and Max?" He asked curious.

"I met Carlos through Chiara and Max through Carlos, simple as that." I replied and he chuckled.

"Such short answers." He joked and I chuckled.

"Can you blame me? I barely know you, I'm not telling you my darkest secrets." I joked and he chuckled.

"So you have dark secrets?" He asked and I raised my eyebrows nodding.

"You wouldn't even imagine." I joked.

"Really?" He laughed and I nodded. "Did you murder somebody?" He whispered.

"Worse." I whispered jokingly. "I'm absolutely normal." I added and he laughed.

I spotted Carlos and Chiara talking. She had a smile on her face as she held her hardboard, Carlos had a flirty attitude towards her as usual.

"There they are." I pointed at them. "Thank you for not letting me get lost my knight in shining armor." I joked.

"Always a pleasure m'lady." He joked and I chuckled walking towards Chiara and Carlos.

They turned to look at me as I approached them.

"Was that George Russell?" Chiara asked crossing her arms with an amused smile on her face.

"Maybe." I shrugged and she chuckled.

"What about Lando?" Carlos raised an eyebrow.

"What about him?" I asked and he rolled his eyes.

"And Piastri?" Chi asked.

"Wait, Piastri too?" Carlos asked and Chiara nodded.

"What? No." I furrowed my brows. "There's no George Russell, no Lando and definitely no Piastri."

"Oscar didn't even get a chance." Carlos took a deep breath shaking his head.

"No one did. I'm not ready for a relationship yet." I spoke.

"Mais, Frankie...." He spoke and I raised my eyebrows at the mention of his name. Chiara hit his arm. "Ow." He glared at her rubbing his arm.

"He meant the one who should not be named." Chiara corrected and Carlos nodded.

"Fine." He spoke reluctantly. "The one who should not be named..." He corrected himself, raising his eyebrows and Chi and I nodded approvingly. "is way in the past, not everyone is like him." He spoke and I crossed my arms.

I squinted looking at them, analyzing them. I noticed a red mark on Carlos' neck.

"Where you two making out?" I asked and Carlos' eyes widened. Chi swallowed hard.

"No." They both lied horribly.

"You buttoned your shirt up incorrectly." I pointed out. "And there's a red mark on your neck, Chi bites." I raised my eyebrows with an amused smile on my face.

Carlos cleared his throat and fixed his shirt. Chiara shook her head closing her eyes.

"Yeah, let's all mind our business." I smiled amused as Chiara's face flustered, turning as red as a tomato.

[...]

A.N.

I love Maisie Findlay. Just that 😘