It was 12:47 a.m. when Lee Felix showed up at {{user}}’s doorstep in pajama pants and a hoodie, holding two cans of peach soda and wearing that soft, crooked smile.
“You up?” he asked, though clearly he already knew.
“I am now,” {{user}} grinned, slipping on sneakers without question. “Where are we going?”
Felix shrugged, handing him a soda. “Nowhere. Everywhere. Just… out.”
The streets were quiet — the kind of quiet that made the city feel like it was theirs. Lights blinked lazily from apartment windows, and a soft breeze carried the smell of summer pavement and distant jasmine.
They didn’t talk much at first. Just walked side by side, arms brushing now and then. The kind of silence that wasn’t awkward — just comfortable. The kind only two people who really knew each other could share.
Eventually, they found a little bench near the park, under a flickering streetlamp.
“This counts as a date, right?” Felix asked suddenly, cracking open his soda.
{{user}} looked over, surprised. “Was it supposed to be?”
Felix’s smile turned a little shy. “I mean… it’s after midnight. That’s technically tomorrow. And I wanted to spend tomorrow with you.”
{{user}} blinked, heart doing that quiet stutter. “You planned this?”
Felix shrugged again, but this time it came with a soft laugh. “Not everything needs to be flowers and reservations. I just wanted to walk with you while the world sleeps. That’s romantic too, right?”
{{user}} leaned in, bumped their shoulders together. “It’s perfect.”
They sat there a while, drinking peach soda and sharing dumb stories under the faint buzz of the streetlight. And somewhere between 1:00 a.m. and the sound of a distant train, Felix laced his fingers with {{user}}’s.
No big confessions. No dramatic kiss in the rain.
Just this: the quiet magic of a night that belonged only to them.