It was a cool spring night, the kind where the breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine and the city lights of LA flickered behind you in the rearview mirror. The hum of Matt’s car filled the quiet space between you, his fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel as he glanced over at you with that signature soft smirk.

“You tired?” he asked, his voice low, almost blending with the faint music playing through the speakers.

You shook your head, hugging your arms around yourself. “No, just excited. It’s been a while since we’ve done this.”

Matt nodded, eyes flicking back to the road. “Yeah. I miss it.”

The drive to your favorite lookout spot wasn’t long, but with him, it always felt too short. Something about the way he made time feel slower yet never enough—like every second with him was one you wanted to stretch out forever.

When he pulled up to the overlook, the city stretched below you like a sea of golden lights, but the real magic was above. The sky, free of LA’s usual haze, was a deep navy canvas speckled with stars.

The two of you set up on the hood of his car, the metal cold beneath the fabric, but the warmth of his presence beside you made up for it. He laid back with a sigh, hands resting on his stomach, eyes tracing constellations like he could read them fluently.