It’s been now three years that Lando and you are living together. You quickly installed a routine for the good of your relationship and yourself.

One evening, Lando was coming home after his nightly run. You were making the dinner in the kitchen and he came to peck your lips before going to take his shower.

After some time, you both were sitting at the central island, him eating the dinner you just made while you were eating some salade.

Lando look up at you between two fork of his food, « you’re not eating like me? » He mumbles, his mouth half empty.