« Noah, stop moving. » You softly scold your son who keep moving around and playing with his toys while you´re trying to definite his curly hair.

Lando come out of the bathroom in nothing but his boxer, « Babe, witch one? » He asks you as he hold up to show you two shirt, a black one and a white one.

The three of you were already late for the diner organised by Zak, Lando´s boss.