You and Lando had always orbited within the same group of friends. The timing, however, was never quite right — when you were single, he wasn’t, and when he was free, you were entangled elsewhere. For years, your connection lingered in a limbo of glances and unspoken words. But finally, the stars aligned, and here you were, on your very first date.

Lando had picked you up from your apartment, a soft smile curving on his face as he opened the car door for you. Now, you found yourself weaving through the warm, bustling kitchen of his favorite restaurant. The scent of garlic and fresh herbs filled the air, and the hiss of searing pans provided a lively soundtrack to your entrance.

“We're taking the scenic route.” Lando explained with a wink. You realized he was steering you through the back to avoid any prying eyes — or perhaps the cameras stationed at the main entrance. The gesture felt charmingly thoughtful.

“The carbonara here is the best.” he said, his voice light with enthusiasm as he led you to a secluded table nestled by a cozy, softly glowing wall lamp. His hand rested lightly on the back of your chair as he pulled it out for you. The gesture made your cheeks warm, though you weren't sure if it was from the heat of the kitchen or his effortless chivalry.