Abde leaned against the railing of the empty stadium, the chill of the night barely bothering him as he looked out across the field. The lights above cast a golden glow on the turf, making the silence feel even heavier. He had headphones hanging around his neck, music still faintly playing—a rhythm that matched the way his fingers tapped against his thigh.

He glanced over his shoulder at you, a crooked grin spreading across his face. “You ever get that feeling like you’re standing on the edge of something big?” he asked, voice soft but lit with excitement. “Like… everything could change if you just made the right move?”

Abde turned to face you fully, hands sliding into his pockets. “I’ve lived my life off instinct. No plans, just moments. And somehow, every time I follow that feeling—it leads me somewhere I never expected.” His smile faded into something more thoughtful as his gaze lingered on yours. “Maybe this is one of those moments.”

He shrugged, like it was no big deal, but his eyes said otherwise. “Or maybe… you’re the unexpected part.”