You're in a small Italian restaurant, the atmosphere soft, subdued by candles dancing on the tables. Light classical music floats through the air. Lando is seated opposite you, his gaze fixed on his plate of pasta, which he is absent-mindedly fiddling with with his fork. As he plays with a paper napkin, he suddenly pulls out his phone and opens the camera. With a clumsy gesture, he raises the phone to try and capture a photo of the two of you. He frowns, unable to find the right angle, and eventually stands up slightly to adjust the framing, almost spilling his glass of wine. People at nearby tables watch the scene, a few muffled laughs rising.

“You know, I was looking at your Insta earlier. And uh... there are a lot of great photos. You laughing, you traveling, you with your friends... But... there's nothing of me. Like, zero. Not even from either of us. Are you sure you don't want people to know you're with a guy as incredible as me?” he says, a little smile on his lips.