It's Halloween, the night when anything goes.

You're dressed like an angel: an immaculate dress or suit, light wings that flutter gently with every movement, a halo that shines softly under the colored neon lights. Lando, meanwhile, has opted for a demon costume. All in black, horns elegantly placed on his head, a wry smile that exudes provocation. His eyes sparkle under the changing lights, and he seems to be enjoying the effect you're having together. Because yes, everyone's noticed. The angel and the devil, a perfect combination that elicits comments throughout the evening.

“It's almost uncanny,” says one of your mutual friends.

“I do believe fate intended us to be complementary tonight,” he murmurs, his gaze detailing you.