#he sounded more optimistic about the race 🙄

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𝐌𝐈𝐗-𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏 — Lando Norris⁴

summary: After landing in Miami for his race, Lando carelessly places his bag next to an identical one as he rushes to the bathroom. And in a hurry, you mistakenly grab his bag, thinking it's yours. And during the next five days in Miami, everything took an unexpected turn, escalating into something far bigger than either of you had anticipated.

˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ lando norris x female! reader 🔸

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— "Oh no," the sound of your troubled voice alerted your best friend, who immediately went to your side asking, "What's wrong?" You rummaged through what you thought was your bag, only to find that the contents inside were not your belongings. You looked at your friend, panic evident in your eyes, and said, "This isn't my bag."

Your friend took a closer look at the bag. Due to all the rummaging, a single golf ball fell from it. "A golf ball?" you asked, confused, immediately running after the ball to catch it. After retrieving the ball, you walked back to where your friend stood and put the ball back inside the bag before zipping it close.

"Okay, where did you last place your actual bag?" your friend asked. "Over on that bench over there," you replied, pointing at the bench. "Alright, let's see if it's still there. If it's not, let's report it." You nodded as both of you went to the bench. Reaching the bench, you see that your bag was nowhere to be found.

"No, no, no, all my important stuff was in that bag!" Out of frustration you almost threw the bag in your hands, thankfully your friend was there to prevent that from happening. "Let's not take our anger out on the poor bag," she took the bag from you and rubbed circles on your back to calm you down. "Right, this is my fault anyways— I took the bag randomly."

"Let's go make a report, see if the airport does something about it," your friend suggests. "Alright," you say, trying to sound optimistic.

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livduh Girl?

ynusername never visiting you again

liveduh Why're you blaming me??

lhea_theitgirl she's blaming everything and everyone at this point, even the bag.

livduh uncool

ynusername 😞

user1 pretty 🤩

user2 explanation for the caption?

ynusername lost my bag in the airport

lhea_theitgirl you mean you grabbed the wrong bag?

ynusername it's the same thing 🙄

user2 omg yn 😭

user3 absolutely stunning ✨

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As you waited at the bench, fidgeting nervously, your friend noticed as you stood up and headed back to the customer service desk, the wrong bag slung over your shoulder. You were growing impatient with each passing second.

At the desk, you accidentally slapped your hand on the counter. "Girl, calm down," your friend whispered. Her words went unheard as you began asking questions to the woman behind the desk counter.

Unbeknownst to you, a guy with a similar bag approached the desk. Your friend tried to get your attention, but you brushed her off. She watched as you and the guy made complaints about your bags.

"Is there any update on my bag?"

"I'm here to report a missing bag."

You turned to the man's voice and saw your bag in his hands. Both bags were identical.

"Anyways, as I was trying to say, I think I found your bag," your friend chuckled.

You glanced at the bag, then at the man, before taking a hesitant step forward. "Could I check if that's mine?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty. He met your gaze briefly before glancing at the bag you held. "In exchange, could I see if that one is mine?" you agreed with a nod.

As you both swapped bags, you wasted no time in going through the contents of the one you now held. A wave of relief washed over you as you spotted your wallet inside. With shaky laughter, you checked that everything else was intact. "Thank goodness!" you exclaimed.

"Is that yours?" the man's friend inquired. "Thankfully, yes," he breathed out in relief. After zipping the bag closed, the man turned to you, taking a step forward and extending his hand. "Thanks for not taking off with my bag." With a smile, you shook his hand, letting out a light chuckle. "I couldn't do that, especially when mine is with this bag's owner," you joked, eliciting a laugh from the man.

"YN, it's time to go. We need check into our hotel," your best friend whispered in your ear. You nodded in agreement, releasing the man's hand. "Thank you once again," you offered a slight bow to him and the woman at the front desk, expressing your apologies for the inconvenience. Sliding your bag over your shoulder and grabbing your suitcases, you made your way to the exit, waving goodbye to the stranger.

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livduh finally got your bag back i see. now get your asses here

ynusername gurl wait, we're getting ready!

lhea_theitgirl can't wait to go to the beach!

user4 omg, you're in Miami!

user5 my family's going to Miami tomorrow. I hope I'll get the chance to meet you 😍

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You locked your hotel room door and turned towards the way to the elevator, only to freeze when you spotted a familiar face down the hallway. Surprise painted both your expressions as recognition dawned.

The awkward silence stretched between you until he finally spoke up. "It's you again," he chuckled softly. You managed a sheepish smile. "What a coincidence," you replied.

His smile softened, and you couldn't help but notice how cute he looked when he smiled– well, cute overall, really. You mentally shook off the thought. "Yeah, who knew we'd end up at the same hotel," you said with a forced laugh.

Sensing your nervousness, he extended his hand. "I'm Lando, Lando Norris," he introduced himself, mirroring your airport encounter. You accepted his handshake, feeling your shoulders relax at the contact. "Nice to meet you, Lando," you replied.

Your phone buzzed in your other hand, interrupting the moment. Cursing softly, you released his hand. "I'm YN, and I have to go. See you later, Lando!" With that, you dashed off towards the elevator.

Lando watched you go, a smile lingering on his lips. What a day it had been.

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A/N : Wanted to write about my fav F1 Driver so here it is. Literally started writing this before the final race in Miami. Still can't believe Lando won his first ever race. Honestly, I have to constantly make sure I'm not dreaming, lmao.

Also, if anyone wants to be tagged for this series just let me know in the comments.