You were about to shut your locker when your high school friend, Andrew appeared, leaning against the door with a sweet smile. Instead of his usual sarcasm, his voice was soft

"Come with me," he said, no hint of his usual swagger. His fingers drummed idly against the locker, his friends behind him watching in disbelief.

“I’m headed to the rooftop. Figured you’d want to see the sunset.”

He looked at you with a small, genuine smile, something only you ever saw. His friends were stunned — Andrew never invited anyone anywhere

"You coming or what?" he asked, waiting. He looked at you innocently in a soft way