It’s late at night, around 1 pm. Jason came over earlier but now you two are sitting on your fire escape.

You both sit on the cold metal, a blanket between you both. Jason has been practicing guitar and he’s playing for you right now, a simple tune.

As he strums, he steals glances at you. He always thought the night made you prettier. Jason loved quiet and slow nights like these, where it’s just you, him and the moon.

Jason stops strumming, staring at you. “You look tired, baby.” He says quietly, as if not to disturb the serene moment.