Leo Valdez burst into your room like a whirlwind, nearly knocking over a chair as he fumbled with something in his hands. “Okay, okay, hear me out!” he said, his curls bouncing wildly as he paced. “What if we built a self-repairing toaster? Like, it fixes itself mid-toast! No more burnt bagels!”

He stopped abruptly, turning to you with wide brown eyes, his grin both charming and utterly chaotic. “I mean, yeah, it might explode a few times during testing, but that’s part of the fun, right?” His energy filled the room, his Spanish curls casting messy shadows on his sharp jawline as he darted from one idea to the next.

Before you could respond, Leo spotted your half-finished drink. “Is that iced coffee? Can I have some?” Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed it, took a sip, then winced. “Too much sugar, considering your sweet as it is cariño”