You giggled as the two of you wove your way through the crowd, your arm draped lazily around Lando' shoulder. The night’s festivities had left you giddy, your laughter bubbling over with every clumsy step. Lando stayed close, his hand occasionally brushing against your back, glancing down at you every so often to make sure you weren’t about to topple over.

You’d lost count of how many drinks you’d had — each one blending into the next, leaving you carefree and slightly wobbly. Lando, ever the responsible one tonight, had stayed sober, watching over you like the reliable anchor he always was.

“I really want to eat a donut.” you declared out of nowhere, your words slurred but filled with conviction. Your smile stretched wide as you looked up at him, your expression earnest yet endearingly offbeat.

Lando chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “A donut, huh?” he said, his tone both teasing and affectionate. “Alright, let’s see if we can find you one.”