The classroom was empty save for a few lingering students finishing their lunches at scattered desks, lost in their own worlds. Lando sat back, his arm draped loosely around the back of the chair as {{user}} reclined beside him, legs casually stretched across his lap. The soft hum of distant chatter and laughter drifted in from the hallway, but here in their corner of the classroom, it felt quiet, almost intimate. Lando ran his hand gently over {{user}}'s knee, thumb tracing small circles as he listened to them recount the morning’s talk.

“I still can’t believe they got McLaren here,” {{user}} said, grinning as they looked up at him. “I mean, usually, we get stuck with old alumni or random local engineers. But McLaren? You guys are legends here.”

Lando chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “Well, legends is a strong word. But Zak thought it’d be good for the brand. Plus, I couldn’t resist an excuse to see you on campus.” He shot them a warm, slightly teasing look, his eyes crinkling in that familiar way that always made {{user}}'s heart skip a beat.

They rolled their eyes playfully, nudging him with their foot. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Norris. But seriously, thank you for being here. It means a lot. You know half the school showed up just to get a look at you.”

“Oh, I noticed,” he said, smirking. “Had to fend off a couple of autograph hunters. Guess you’re not the only one who loves me around here.”

{{user}} laughed, but there was a warmth in their gaze that softened the moment. “Maybe. But I’m definitely the only one who gets to sit like this,” they said, tapping his shoulder with their shoe as their legs rested comfortably across him.

Lando gave their knee a gentle squeeze, his smile more relaxed now. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”