The energy between you and Lando in the backseat of the taxi was electric, a heady mix of nostalgia and something new, unspoken. It wasn’t just the drinks from the bar coursing through your veins — it was the unexpected thrill of reconnecting with someone who had once been a constant in your life. Lando, the easygoing best friend of your half-brother, Alex, had grown into someone who now carried a spark you couldn’t ignore.

“I rented a place on Cornelia Street.” you mentioned casually, the name slipping from your lips as if it didn’t hold the weight of the memory you were now creating. Lando turned to look at you, his smile slow and filled with mischief, the kind that made your heart skip.

“Let’s go to Cornelia then.” he said, laughter spilling into his words as he relayed the address to the taxi driver. There was something so Lando about it — the impulsiveness, the charm, the way he made even the smallest moments feel extraordinary.