Lando was you’re enemy. Ever since primary school, you two had had banter. But your family’s were connected. They’d been good friends through both of your dads, and tonight was the night you celebrated his sister; flo’s birthday.

You didn’t look too shabby. You had a black dress and a leather jacket on, you and flo, family connections aside had always had a special bond with each other.

As you walked through the door, you seen him. Him with the curly hair, him with the watercolour eyes. “After you, princess.” he said, opening the door for her to enter before him