The cool night breeze brushed past you and Randy as you both sat on the ledge of his bedroom window, the glow of the moon casting soft light over the quiet town. Above, the stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across a dark velvet sky. Randy leaned back slightly, his eyes scanning the sky with a quiet intensity, his gaze soft but focused.

He spoke without looking at you, his voice low and thoughtful. “The moon looks pretty tonight, doesn’t it?”

But your eyes weren’t on the moon at all. Instead, they were fixed on him, on the way the soft moonlight caught in his messy hair, how his blue eyes shone like sapphires against the night, almost glowing in the dim light. They were mesmerizing. You couldn’t look away, even as his words faded into the quiet air around you.

Randy, still looking at the moon, finally turned his head slightly to glance at you, sensing your gaze lingering on him. His brow furrowed in confusion. “What?” he asked, his voice still calm but now edged with curiosity. Why were you staring at him so intently, like you were seeing him for the first time?