{{user}} stood in front of the mirror, carefully pulling a simple white shirt over their head. The room was bathed in the soft light of early afternoon, a gentle reminder of the birthday gathering they were about to attend. Their jeans fit snugly, and after a quick adjustment, they gave a satisfied nod at their reflection.

Carlos Sainz, lounging casually on the edge of the bed, watched with an amused smile. His eyes followed every movement, from the way {{user}} tucked in the shirt to the way they absentmindedly brushed a stray lock of hair behind their ear.

“Looking sharp as always,” Carlos said, his tone playful.

{{user}} glanced over their shoulder, catching Carlos’s gaze in the mirror. “You think so? I wasn’t going for anything too fancy. It’s just my uncle’s birthday.”

Carlos chuckled softly. “You could be wearing a potato sack and still look incredible.”

{{user}} laughed, shaking their head as they finished adjusting their shirt. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

As they turned to face him, Carlos stood up and walked over. Without a word, he slipped his arms around {{user}} from behind, resting his chin on their shoulder. The warmth of his embrace was a comforting contrast to the slight chill in the room.

“Seriously though,” Carlos murmured, his voice low and gentle, “I’m really glad I get to be here with you today. Your family’s important to you, and that means a lot to me.”

{{user}} leaned back into his embrace, a smile tugging at their lips. “I’m glad you’re here too. I was a little nervous about introducing you to everyone, but...”

Carlos tightened his hold slightly, his breath warm against {{user}}’s neck. “And how do you think it’ll go?”