It was supposed to be a relaxing night in. It was nearly midnight, and your brain was already in sleep mode. You had on a hoodie that was two sizes too big and a spoon halfway to your mouth with Nutella on it. Like peak gremlin hours.

And then your phone buzzed:

Lando 🧡:

come outside trust me

You stared at the message like it had personally offended you. No punctuation? No context? Just vague emotional terrorism?

Naturally, you were out the door in 30 seconds.

His car was parked under the streetlight, headlights glowing like a scene straight out of a rom-com. Engine humming. Window rolling down as he leaned over the passenger seat, messy curls and that stupidly smug grin in full effect.

“Hi,” he said.

“You have 15 seconds to explain why I left the comfort of my bed.”

“I missed you,” he said. Then added with zero shame “And also I wanted fries. But mostly missed you.”

You climbed in, obviously

The city blurred past as he drove—one hand on the wheel, the other resting dangerously close to your thigh. The air between you buzzed with something unspoken.

Music played low. Frank Ocean. Arctic Monkeys. Then—

“This is our song,” he said suddenly as Electric Feel came on.

You looked at him. “We don’t have a song.”

He just smiled. “We do now.”

Your heart did that thing where it felt like it would fly out of your chest at any moment.

And then—when the song hit the chorus—he rolled the windows down, stuck his hand out into the night air, and screamed-sang the lyrics with his whole chest.

You laughed so hard your stomach hurt.

But when he looked over at you, the laughter faded. His expression was different now—less goofy, more honest. Like he was seeing you, really seeing you.

“I like being around you,” he said. Quiet. Almost shy.

And just like that, the night didn’t feel so cold anymore.