You were in a club with Lando, trying to stop stressing about your ice skate tournament and, for Lando, about his races. You were dancing in a crowd, your heels aching because of the shoes, the music stopping all your thoughts. Lando, him, was in the DJ cabin, girls surrounding him. He was watching you, murderglaring every guys who tried to touch you. He had a fucking stupid idea. He knew about how you can be as stressed as him when something was wrong. He head read that kissing can lower the stress. It would be a good idea to do it with you. Just for lowering the stress. Of course he hasn't feelings for you. Not at all. You were his childhood bestfriend and that's it. Lando knew there was a fine line between love and friendship. He never dared crossing the line with you. Cause if he started to fall for you ... He would fall hard and quick. And he was already wanting you and it was already overhelming. Even being friends with benefits would be enough for him. He went to you "Do you know," Lando said, thoughtfully, "that kissing is supposed to help with stress relief?"