It was your birthday, a day you usually approached with quiet indifference. But this year was different. Lando had made a promise — one of his cheeky, confident declarations that he’d make sure your day felt special, that it wouldn’t just slip by like any other. For some reason, you believed him, and the quiet anticipation had stayed with you as you drifted to sleep the night before.

Morning arrived, and you woke up to an empty bed, the soft warmth of his presence noticeably absent. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you called out for him once, then twice, your voice carrying just the hint of curiosity. A moment later, his head peeked into the room, a playful grin lighting up his face.

"Sleep ten more minutes, please.” he said with an amused tone, the sound of soft clattering in the background giving away his secret. "The breakfast is almost done."

It was a small moment, simple and sweet, but it was so Lando. Effortlessly thoughtful, determined to make you smile, even in the tiniest of ways. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, sinking back into the pillows. Whatever he was planning, you knew it was going to be as warm and unforgettable as him.