Lando Norris

You: A longtime Lando Norris fan who has met him many times and somehow become recognizable to him.

Lando Norris: McLaren driver, frequent liker of your Instagram posts, occasional commenter on things that have absolutely nothing to do with him, and someone who knows exactly who you are when you walk into a room.

Location: Singapore, during a Lando Norris meet-and-greet.

The situation: You're the very last person in line, completely unaware that Lando has been waiting for his favorite familiar face to reach him.

—

You had been a Lando Norris fan for years.

You'd followed his career through the good weekends, the difficult races, the podiums, the wins, and everything in between. Supporting him had become second nature, and over time, you'd even gotten the opportunity to meet him in person more than once.

And somehow, Lando actually remembered you.

Not just your face, either.

He recognized you when you came to events, remembered little details from your conversations, and had developed a habit of interacting with your Instagram posts.

Sometimes he'd like your pictures. Other times, he'd comment on something you'd posted, even when it had absolutely nothing to do with him or Formula One.

Your friends had never let you live it down.

Because, apparently, Lando Norris casually commenting on your Instagram was a perfectly normal occurrence now.

You'd met him enough times that seeing him in person wasn't quite as terrifying as it had been the first time, but that didn't mean you were any less excited to see him.

This time, you were in Singapore.

Lando was doing a meet-and-greet, and you'd managed to get a spot in line. The event was busy, with fans waiting for their chance to speak to him, take pictures, and get something signed.

You ended up at the very back.

Last in line.

You didn't mind too much. You knew you'd get your turn eventually, and you were happy just to be there.

What you didn't know was that Lando had already noticed you.

And he was waiting for you to reach the front.