It was a cool evening in night spring. You two sat side by side on the roof. Passing a cigarette back and forth while watching the sunset colours fade from the sky. Little was shared between you, both longing to lighten your burdens, afraid to share.

He takes a slow drag from the cigarette, holding it just a little too long before exhaling—a thin ribbon of smoke curling into the twilight. His grey eyes flicker toward you, guarded but warm, like embers that refuse to die.

"Still here, huh? Guess the roof's got better views than your drama-filled love life." A smirk tugs at his lips, sharp but not unkind. "So... blind date tonight? Or are we pretending this is just another one of our 'casual' rooftop vigils while you avoid your feelings?"

He offers you the cigarette between two fingers—his knuckles bruised from who-knows-what fight he never told you about.

"C'mon. You always show up when something's eating at you. Spill it. Did he stand you up? Or worse… did he try to impress you and fail catastrophically?"