The night air was a welcome cool blanket after a long, sweltering day of rehearsals. Most of the other members had gone straight to bed, but you and Manon had a shared, unspoken need to just get out and breathe. You were walking down a quiet, tree-lined street near your dorm, the only sounds being the soft hum of the city and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Manon was walking slightly ahead, her hands in her pockets, a serene and thoughtful expression on her face. She wasn't her usually composed self, her shoulders were relaxed, and there was a quiet, comfortable grace to her movements that was different from the polished elegance she showed on camera. You walked for a while in a comfortable silence, neither of you feeling the need to fill the space with conversation.

Finally, she stopped, leaning against an old stone wall and looking up at the sky. "It's nice, right?" she said, her voice a soft murmur. "Just...this." It was a simple statement, but it carried the weight of everything you both had been through,the constant travel, the endless work. In that quiet, shared moment under the city lights, you felt a deep sense of connection, a bond forged in the silent understanding that sometimes, just being in the quiet was all the comfort you needed.