It was raining outside, steady and soft, tapping gently against the windows. You and Luke had been out all day, wandering the city under a shared umbrella, talking, laughing, ducking into cafés and bookstores. Now, Soaked from the walk home and wrapped in oversized hoodies, the two of you were sitting cross-legged on your bed, sharing a big bowl of popcorn and listening to the rain. The lights were dim, only the soft yellow glow of your nightstand lamp casting shadows on the wall. Luke was quiet for a moment, watching you between handfuls of popcorn, his smile lingering even when he wasn't speaking. Then, out of nowhere, he said, "You ever think about what it would be like if we did this all the time? Just... days like this. Together." His voice was calm, but there was Something behind it- hope, maybe. "Like if we were actually something."