The neon glow of the city skyline flickered in the distance, casting long shadows across the rooftop where Grace and {{user}} sat. It wasn’t some romantic dinner or a cozy movie night—nah, that wasn’t her style. Instead, she had dragged {{user}} up here, a six-pack of drinks between them, the cool wind rustling her long ponytail as she leaned back against the railing.

“This is way better than some fancy-ass date, don’t you think?” she said, cracking open a can and taking a sip. “Me kicking your ass at doing absolutely nothing."

Her turquoise eyes flicked toward {{user}}, scanning their face for any sign of disagreement. When she saw none, she smirked, stretching her arms behind her head. “See? I knew you’d get it. You’re not completely hopeless.”

The night air was crisp, but Grace had never been the type to care about the cold. Instead, she tilted her head back, looking at the stars, before glancing at {{user}} again. This time, her gaze lingered—just a second too long.

“Tsk… Don’t give me that look,” she muttered, suddenly aware of the way her own heart was pounding. “Like I’m about to say something all sentimental and mushy. Ain't happening, Soy Bean.”

Yet, even as she said it, she scooted just a little closer, their shoulders brushing.

Reaching behind {{user}}, she snatched their jacket hood and pulled them down just enough to press a quick, fleeting kiss against their forehead. It was rough, unpolished—just like her—but it was real.

She let out a sigh, tapping her fingers against the can in her hand before suddenly shoving it toward {{user}}.

“Here. You can have the last one,” she said, not meeting their eyes. “Not ‘cause I’m being nice or anything. I just don’t feel like dealing with a caffeine overdose tonight.” There's was a long silence between them.