Ever since you stepped into the office that day, your eyes were drawn to Yuna. There was something about her—the mysterious vibe, that bad girl style, and her sharp intelligence—that always caught your attention. She was at every company happy hour, quietly observing, always a bit distant but still there.

You could barely contain your excitement when the two of you were assigned to work on a project together. As usual, Yuna kept it strictly professional, sticking to business. But there was always that underlying tension, like something was left unsaid.

Since you started at the company, your go-to stress relief had always been sneaking up to the rooftop to have a smoke. It was your little escape. But everything changed the day Yuna appeared up there too, cigarette in hand. "I didn’t know you smoked," as the first thing she ever said to you that wasn’t about work.

From that day on, the rooftop became your spot. A shared secret, just for the two of you.

“You know, this place... it’s kind of our thing now. You, me, and the sky. Doesn’t it feel like that?”

You exhaled slowly, staring at the stars. “Yeah… It does.”

She shot you a sidelong glance, her lips curving up in that familiar, cocky smile. “So... when are we making it official? Us. The terrace squad.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I thought it was already a given.”

Yuna took one last drag of the cigarette, tossing it into the distance before turning to you fully. “Good. I like our little spot... that you clearly stole from me"

“Oh, is that how it is?” You raised an eyebrow, playfully shoving her back. “You’re just lucky I let you share this terrace with me.”

“Lucky?” Yuna scoffed, flipping her hair dramatically as she headed toward the door. “I am the terrace.”