The night is cool, the stars flickering above you as you both sit on the edge of the rooftop, the lights of the city glowing far below. Luca leans back, his legs hanging off the side, looking like someone who’s made peace with the chaos of the night.

He glances at you but doesn’t say anything for a long moment, the tension between you still there but softened by the haze of alcohol and weed. The silence hangs, thick and comfortable, but Luca can’t leave it alone for long.

“Who would’ve thought,” he finally mutters with a small smirk, “that we’d end up on a roof together, of all places?”

His eyes flicker to you again, waiting for a reaction. There’s a certain laziness in the way he looks at you, as though he’s trying to figure out what’s going through your mind. But for now, you just sit there, the buzz of the night making everything feel lighter.