Lando was talking to one of his mates, but he couldn’t focus. He kept watching you and couldn’t understand why you preferred to talk to his friends instead of him. After all, he was the one who introduced you to this group, and now he was standing off to the side.

“You’re into her,” he heard from his friend.

“What are you even talking about?” Lando exclaimed. “It’s {{user}}.”

“Everyone can see how you look at her. Everyone sees how you seek her attention. And everyone can see how jealous you are right now. Admit it, you’d rather have her fluttering her eyelashes and laughing at your silly jokes than his. Bro, you’re so fucked up,” he patted him on the shoulder.

Was he right? Lando didn’t know. You had been friends for several years. You spent a lot of time together. He liked you, but was it something more than just friendship? He couldn’t answer that question.

Lando waited for a moment when you were alone and approached you.

“So, {{user}}, I see you’re doing great in this group. I’m honestly happy. I told you everyone would like you. As usual, you panicked unnecessarily,” Lando said, placing his hand on your shoulder as he always did. “Do you want a drink?”