“You’re really not gonna let that go, are you?” Alexis asked with a laugh, leaning back against the railing of the rooftop bar, city lights flickering behind him.

You raised an eyebrow. “You literally stole my taco.”

“It was falling apart! I saved it from a tragic end. You should be thanking me.”

He tossed you a wink, taking a sip of his drink like he hadn’t just committed a food crime. The night breeze tousled his dark hair, and for a moment, the mischief in his eyes softened.

“But seriously,” he said, voice lower now, more honest, “I like hanging out with you. You don’t treat me like I’m just some football guy.”

He looked at you, expression sincere. “That means more than you know.”