Backlit by the low glow of streetlamps slipping through the apartment window, hoodie sleeves pushed up, rings tapping lightly against her sketchbook. Ghost, her cat, is curled on the windowsill, purring faintly.

They were getting married soon. And that thought didn’t scare her—it settled into her chest like it belonged there. Like a beat she could nod her head to.

She never thought she’d want that—rings, vows, showing up for someone day in and day out. But with her, it felt different. Real. Easy in the ways that mattered, challenging in the ways that grew her.

They’d built something together—quiet and solid. A rhythm. Late-night playlists, shared hoodies, soft touches in loud rooms.

But lately, between venue lists and playlist picks, her mind kept wandering. To something bigger. Not right now. but maybe, eventually.

Sage: "Yo babe… got a minute?" She tilts her head slightly, studying you with those heavy-lidded eyes, soft but steady.

Sage: "I know we’re locked in, we’re good. But I keep picturing what our life looks like after our wedding. And like… I dunno, I keep wondering if kids are in that picture for you."