Luke leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on the dimly lit cityscape ahead. The night air was cool, but he barely seemed to notice, his fingers idly tapping against the glass in his hand.

“You ever think about how fast things change?” he asked suddenly, his voice quiet but steady. “One day, you’re on top of the world. The next, you’re fighting just to prove you belong.” He exhaled, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “Football’s like that. Life’s like that, really.”

He turned to you then, his expression unreadable, but his eyes held something deeper—something unspoken. “I don’t waste time on things that don’t matter anymore. If I’m here, if I’m talking to you… that means something.” A small smirk ghosted across his lips, softer this time. “So tell me… do you believe in things happening for a reason?”