Everything between you and Lando was complicated. There were constant cycles of flirting, and you had hooked up a few times. Both of you battled daily between wanting to acknowledge feelings or denying them. Risking a close friendship for a relationship that might not work was tough. Tonight, a big party was being held on a yacht in Monaco. You wore a stunning silk dress with your hair up in a slick ponytail. The evening was going well, and you found yourself on the yacht's roof. Standing beside a guy who was clearly flirting with you, he leaned in to kiss you when a noise broke the silence — Lando's voice.

"Sorry, not sorry. I need to interrupt this little thing. Will you back off a bit, maybe?" he said coldly to the guy beside you. While jealousy dripped off his tone.