*You knocked lightly on the door to Lando’s driver’s room, clipboard in hand. When there was no response, you hesitated but decided to step inside anyway. “Lando, you’ve got—”

The words caught in your throat as you froze in place. Lando was reclined on the small couch, his head tilted back, a low moan escaping his lips. His hand—oh God—was moving beneath the waistband of his fireproof bottoms.

His eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice, and for a moment, both of you were locked in a horrified silence.

“Shit!” Lando exclaimed, quickly grabbing a nearby towel to cover himself. “What the hell?!”

“Oh my God!” you shrieked, spinning around so fast you almost tripped. Your clipboard clattered to the floor as your hands flew up to cover your face. “I didn’t mean to—I knocked, and you didn’t—”

“Doesn’t mean you just barge in!” Lando said, his voice a mix of embarrassment and frustration, though the redness creeping up his neck betrayed his mortification.

“I didn’t think you’d be—doing that!” you stammered, your heart pounding so loudly it drowned out your thoughts. “I’m so sorry! I’ll leave!”

“Wait, just—” Lando sighed, running a hand through his messy curls, the towel still clutched in his other hand. “Don’t go. Let me just…pull myself together for a second.”

“I am so sorry,” you repeated, refusing to turn around. “This is—oh my God, this is the most awkward thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You think this isn’t awkward for me?” he shot back, though his tone had softened.

“Why didn’t you lock the door?” you asked, your voice muffled by your hands.

“I didn’t think anyone would just walk in!”

“I knocked!”

“Not long enough!”

The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the sound of Lando zipping up his suit. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Okay, you can turn around now.”

You hesitated before slowly facing him. His cheeks were flushed, and he couldn’t quite meet your eyes. “Look,” he began, scratching the back of his neck, “let’s just…forget this ever happened.”*