Say Please || CS55

                                    

                                          
Summary: Carlos messed up big time.
Trigger Warnings: Arguement
A LITTLE SPICY KISS
This chapter is dedicated to lee_jean_
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Saturday - July 13, 2019
The McLaren hospitality suite buzzed with excitement. Lando Norris had just qualified P8 for his first-ever home race, and the room was filled with pride. His family was front and center—Adam and Cisca Norris beaming with pride, Oli and Flo exchanging grins, and Cis snapping photos like a proud sister. Max Fewtrell was already joking about how they'd have to celebrate later.
Molly Jean Winster stood off to the side, her playful energy lighting up the room as she watched Lando get swarmed by well-wishers. When he finally broke free, Molly moved in with a wide grin.
"You absolute legend!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. Lando hugged her back, his grin widening as Molly planted a quick kiss on his cheek.
"Not too shabby, huh?" Lando chuckled, pulling back.
"Not too shabby?" Molly laughed. "P8 at Silverstone? That's insane!"
Carlos Sainz, leaning against the doorway with a bottle of water in hand, watched the scene unfold, curiosity sparking in his dark eyes. Molly was clearly someone special, her connection with Lando obvious. As she teased him, her playful energy filled the room, and Lando seemed completely at ease around her.
When Lando finally excused himself for the team briefing, Carlos seized his moment. He caught up with Lando in the hallway.
"Hey, Lando," Carlos started, his tone casual but his smirk giving him away. "That girl back there—Molly, right? Is she your secret girlfriend?"
Lando rolled his eyes. "Molly? No, she's just a family friend."
Carlos raised an eyebrow. "Family friend? Looked more like a girlfriend to me. You're close."
"We are," Lando admitted, then shot him a sharp look. "But seriously, cut it out. She's like a sister to me. And she's five years older than me."
Carlos chuckled, undeterred. "I'm five years older than you too. What are the odds—"
"No way in hell," Lando snapped, cutting him off before walking away, leaving Carlos smirking to himself.
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Saturday - July 2, 2022
Carlos Sainz was riding high. Pole position at the British Grand Prix—his first-ever pole in Formula 1—and the energy in the paddock was electric. Though he was now with Ferrari, his bond with Lando Norris remained unshaken. It was no surprise to find him heading toward the McLaren hospitality to congratulate his friend on qualifying P6.
As he entered, his eyes naturally scanned the room until they landed on her—Molly Jean Winster. She stood near the back, laughing with Oli and Flo, her energy just as infectious as he remembered. Today, she wore a soft lavender sundress, the fabric flowing gently around her, making her look effortlessly radiant. The scent of her perfume—a subtle mix of jasmine and vanilla—lingered in the air as Carlos approached.
"Carlos!" Lando greeted, pulling him into a quick handshake and shoulder bump.
"Congrats on P6, amigo," Carlos said, grinning. "Solid job."