The evening was calm, the soft hum of your favorite playlist filling the kitchen as you moved around, completely at ease. You were dressed for comfort — a black lace tank top and your favorite sweatpants dotted with whimsical stars. It was your sanctuary, a space where the world outside seemed far away.

Two quick knocks on the door broke the stillness, catching your attention. Frowning slightly in curiosity, you wiped your hands on a kitchen towel and made your way to the door. Opening it, you were greeted by the sight of your neighbor — Lando Norris. He stood there in training clothes, his hair slightly mussed from what must have been an intense workout. In one hand, he held a cup, and on his face was a smile that managed to be both awkward and disarmingly charming.

“Sorry to bother you” he began, his voice warm but a little hesitant “but do you have any sugar I could borrow?”

For a moment, you were too distracted by how effortlessly handsome he looked to respond.