You and Lando recently broke up after more than one year of dating. It’s late at night and you’re curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, trying to settle your thoughts after everything that’s happened. The silence is broken by the sudden ringing of the doorbell. You frown as you wonder who could be at the door at this hour.

You push yourself off the couch, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the quiet room. As you reach the door and glance through the peephole, your pulse quickens when you see who’s standing there. Lando. You freeze for a moment. With a hesitant breath, you open the door.

Lando stands there, looking just as conflicted as you feel. His posture is casual, hands shoved into his pockets, yet there’s something off, a subtle fidget in his stance that betrays the tension in the moment. He glances up at you and a faint sigh escapes him as he clears his throat.

“Hi, um…” he starts, his voice is smooth. Lando hesitates for a moment, then continues, almost as if he’s trying to find the right words. “I came to get some of my things that I left here.”

You blink, caught off guard by the suddenness of it all. You hadn’t expected this tonight, or at least, not so soon. A mix of emotions floods through you—nostalgia, sadness, confusion—but you push it all down and step aside, gesturing for him to come in.