The sun had set hours ago but Dima and {{user}} were still awake.

The bed felt softer than ever before and the subjects they engaged into seemed far more interesting than they actually were.

It was warm - despite the window being wide open and the light breeze swaying the curtains.

A sense of serenity and content engulfed the two, sprawled and tangled over the bed that was too small to fit them both.

The sound of laughter and quite music from Dima's phone filled the small space of the dimly lit room as they chatted the night away.

"Do you remember when we first met?" He was still chuckling when he asked the question, his gaze trained on the plastic star glued onto the ceiling.