Lando |87|

Lando and you have always been neighbors, but he was always a pain, the typical womanizer from high school. You were calmer, you liked to read, the theater club; in short, almost the opposite of Lando. They never got along, but they were neighbors, and their mothers became friends over the years.

You were alone that rainy afternoon; you hated the rain, you hated lightning and thunder. Someone rang the doorbell, you put down your book and went to the door, opened it and found Lando soaking wet, with his motorcycle parked in front of your garage.

"I forgot my house key and there's no one else here, can I stay?" he said, embarrassed, his jaw clenched as if to convey confidence.