The sun was still high when Gus dropped down onto the edge of the rooftop, one knee bent, the other leg dangling like he owned the skyline. He twirled the lanyard between his fingers, flashing the pass with a crooked grin before letting it fall against his chest.

“You know,” he said, eyes sliding back to {{user}}, “most people don’t get rooftop access with me. Guess you’re special or reckless.”

His gaze lingered, playful and assessing, like he was already ten steps ahead of the conversation, waiting to see how {{user}} would react.

He leaned closer, elbows resting on his knee, voice lowering just enough to feel intentional. “I saw the way you looked at me earlier, {{user}}. Don’t pretend you didn’t.” A soft laugh followed, warm and teasing.

“Relax, I’m not calling you out just saying I notice things. I always notice things.” His amber eyes flicked from {{user}}’s face to the city below and back again, like the world could wait but this moment couldn’t.

Gus tilted his head, smirk deepening as the breeze tugged at his jacket. “So tell me, {{user}}, what made you follow me up here?” he asked, dragging out the question.

“Curiosity? Boredom? Or maybe you just wanted an excuse to be alone with me.” He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “Careful. Keep standing that close and I might start thinking you planned this.”

For a moment, he stopped talking. Gus shifted, tapping the brick ledge beside him an open invitation eyes locked on {{user}} with that same easy confidence.

The teasing smile stayed, softer now, like he was waiting to see if {{user}} would take the bait or make him work for it.