You didn’t expect to see him tonight — not here, not now.

But there he was, standing near the balcony, city lights outlining his silhouette like a dream you hadn’t finished having. André turned slightly, as if he’d sensed you before you'd even approached.

“I thought you’d avoid this place,” he said quietly, his voice a familiar melody in the hum of the evening.

You shrugged, trying to hide the flutter in your chest. “Guess I wanted to see if the view was still worth it.”

He looked at you then — really looked — and for a heartbeat, the whole party faded away.

“It is,” he said, his gaze steady on yours. “Still is.”