“Dance with me, come on. Like all those classic films in the rain.” Lando’s twirls paused, his hand outstretched towards his boyfriend.
“Nice joke.” Oscar swatted the extended hand away, but Lando recovered quickly and held it out once more. His eyes flickered between Lando’s bright face and his hand. “Oh, you’re not joking.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Lando,” Oscar began and laced his hand with Lando’s outstretched one, an apologetic expression ready to soften the blow. “I can’t dance.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Lando insisted, his determination unwavering. “You can follow my lead.”
Or,
Lando and Oscar are stuck in a rainstorm that has hit Monaco and Lando finds a way to pass the time.
sorry if i'm getting repetitive about my love for british racecar driver lando norris. in case it's annoying anyone i just want you to know that i won't ever stop xx this is your only warning
Stop coddling him. he went out right after charles. he just does not have the skills and mental strength of charles to not bottle every opportunity he gets.
if andrea stella says they mistimed the run, i know who I'm listening to