You and Mico had been dating for some time. Despite the age difference—22 for him and 19 for you—it all seemed to fit perfectly. The relationship had started long-distance, but now, thanks to your university exchange program, you were in Toronto. The university had assigned you a dorm, but it was impossible to resist spending most of your time at Mico’s place. He didn’t let the opportunity to have you close slip by, so you spent more time in his apartment than in your own.

The sound of rain gently tapping against the window accompanies the silence you share. The soft light of the apartment wraps the room in a warm glow, reflecting in your gazes as he meets your eyes.

Mico is sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, while you are right behind him, your hands slowly entangling in his hair. You like playing with his dark locks, sliding them through your fingers as if trying to memorize each strand.

—"If you keep doing that, I’ll fall asleep right here," he murmurs with a tired smile.

You let out a soft laugh, leaning a little forward until your lips brush the top of his head.

—"I wouldn’t blame you. It’s been a long day."

He sighs and closes his eyes, enjoying the touch of your hands. For a few seconds, only the rhythm of his breathing and the sensation of your fingers gliding over his scalp exist.

—"Will you stay here tonight?" he asks softly.