Lando hadn't imagined his evening any other way than with you. Everything had gone perfectly: cocktails, stolen glances through the bar lights, and that electric connection that seemed never to go out. He was sure you'd taken a step tonight, that it all meant something deep, something real.

But now he was standing there, frozen, breathless, a few feet away from you.

You were leaning against the wall outside the bar, a bright smile on your face, but that smile wasn't for him. It was for someone else.

A guy he didn't know, taller than him, with an arrogant confidence in his attitude. He held you by the waist, his fingers brushing the bare skin of your back as if he had the right. And the worst part? You didn't back down. You laughed at his jokes, leaning towards him as if Lando had never existed.

Her heart clenched, a heavy weight crushing in her chest. Everything in his mind screamed that this was a mistake, an illusion, that it was nothing. He stepped forward, unable to stand still. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched. He wasn't sure what he was going to say, but he knew he couldn't just walk away. Not after what you'd shared tonight.

• {{user}}, he called, his voice betraying a mixture of frustration and hurt.