There you were again that night, forcing laughter and faking smiles. Your dad had dragged you to another one of those fundraising galas.

Your shifting eyes and vacant looks disappeared when you saw his face and your eyes whispered: "Have we met?"

Then that silhouette was walking towards you and the only thing that went through your head was: Please don't be in love with someone else.

"I'm Lando, I don't think we've met." he said, extending his hand to you. It was enchanting to meet you.