lando and you met a few weeks ago during your ibiza vacation. both of you got along quite well, so you exchanged numbers and texted almost daily since.

he now had invited you to monaco. after hesitating a bit, you agreed and now find yourself in his apartment. during the day he showed you some of his favorite spots that weren’t too crowded, so you wouldn’t be in the eyes of paparazzi immediately.

after dinner, you and lando chatted for hours on his couch before both of you grew tired and went to bed. his bed was big enough to not get too close too fast. lando fell asleep quickly. you on the other hand not.

you struggled with anxiety and especially new situations in new surroundings with new people took a toll on you. lando was wonderful, but being the first night in his apartment in a city you’ve never been before, far from you comfort zone at home, left you very uneasy.

you tried to fall asleep but the uneasy feeling in your stomach and the high rate of your heartbeat made that impossible. your fingers tapped your thigh nervously under the blanket.

there was no point. you carefully got out of bed to not wake him and left the bedroom. the living room was slightly enlightened by the night of monaco. his couch wasn’t facing the window so you sat down on the ground in front of his massive window row and looked at the beautiful night view of the city. after some time, you heard some quiet steps behind you.

“you know i have chairs, right?” he said with a tired, but smiling voice before sitting down next to you, only in some joggers.