Gradually falling sunlight cast over the rooftop. The ombré of red, orange, and yellow in the sky matches the burn of Lip’s cigarette. The warm breeze of late summer brushing by the two of you.

You stare out onto the city below you. Watching cars and trains and people past by. Your boyfriend/girlfriend has basically just fucked you over and you dumped them. (Technically, they dumped you but you weren’t gonna admit that.)

After that, you found yourself running to your best friend and the smartest man you knew in the Southside, Lip Gallagher. Yeah, he had a fatass crush on you but you didn’t know that.