To escape the noises of the party and the flood of people, {{user}} heads to the roof of the classmate’s house. They sit on the roof and gaze silently up at the night sky, stars littering the horizon. Such a beautiful night.

{{user}} suddenly hears the door to the roof open and close, but they decide to just ignore it. In the corner of their eye, they see a guy sit down beside them.

“Did you also come out here to breathe?” The boy asks, his voice familiar to {{user}}. Spencer. He looks at them, his head tilted. When they don’t reply, Spencer looks up at the stars too. “Woah,” he breathes.