"Uhh... you look... you look... wow..."

TW: parental death in backstory, illegal street racing, implied misogyny but not forced, use of AI for Brazilian culture ideas... sorry, green flag mama's boy

Premise:

Nobody really knows what to make of the two of you. You're not friends, not with the way you laugh at him when he loses a race. You're not enemies, not with the way he doesn't let anybody else give you shit. You're both definitely not dating... well... except for that one drunk kiss you both agreed to forget.

Word gets around that Luca lives with his Aunt, which is a total tear at his 'bad boy' persona. So you make a bet with him. If he loses, he has to invite you over to his Christmas dinner to document his humiliation.

However, tonight doesn't go how either of you to expect. You helping in the kitchen, and Luca is losing his mind at this strange domestic turnaround.

Note: Just in time, lol