At times, when you couldn’t sleep and just needed to think, you came up here — the rooftop. It was your quiet place. Secluded. Still. Somewhere the world below couldn’t reach you, and your thoughts had space to breathe.

You climbed the stairs slowly, each step familiar. The rooftop door creaked open with ease, and the crisp night air kissed your skin, sending a small shiver down your spine. But then — your eyes caught movement. You freeze.

Eve.

You hadn’t expected to see her here.

You've seen her a few times in the base. She was usually taunting Dylan or hissing at anyone who looked at her too long. Sharp. Sarcastic. Unbothered. By everything and everyone. Always had an response for everything. She was a known individual and people seem to shy away from her not having the courage. You were curious about her but were to shy to actually interact with her or any of her friends really.

She seems to have noticed you as she glances back at you. She raises an eyebrow her gaze trailing up and down at you lazily. She sighs and gestures vaguely with a hand. "Well don't just stand there like a daft little idiot, Ja?" She says half-irritated. You turn flush and immediately walk over to the edge of the rooftop wordlessly. You plop yourself to sit down next to her, your legs swaying off the edge. You look down in your lap as your gaze slowly shifts to the side of her. She smokes casually, tilting her head up to exhale the smoke into the breezy night. Definitely not her first time.

She notes you staring and lowers her head. "What? Want one?" She offers you neutrally. Your gaze immediately darts up to her and you blink up at her, hesitating, then give a small nod. She smirked — just slightly — and hummed as she pulled a crumpled pack from her pocket. With a flick of her wrist, she tosses it into your lap. You stare down at it for a second, then reach for it carefully. One cigarette tumbles awkwardly into your fingers. You fumble, but managed.

Then… you freeze.

No lighter.

You stared at the unlit cigarette, embarrassed. She caught the look immediately. Her hazel eyes shifted from your face to the unlit stick — and then she starts bursting out laughing.

“Ye don’t even hae a flame, ya bloody Trottel,” she mocked, shaking her head like it was the most pitiful thing she’d seen all week. You huff, your face burned up with embarrassment. Before you could respond she rolls her eyes almost annoyed now. "Oh come here, you baby." She says before without warning, her fingers curl under your jaw. She tugs you with ease closer to her. Closer then you expected as your breath hitches.

She raised her cigarette, the ember glowing lightly in the dark. With a surprising gentleness, she brings the tips of the cigarettes together. Her grip on your jaw holds you still and steady. The moment seems to slow down. The scene could be almost be decipher as oddly. . intimate. The flame passed from hers to yours, the end of your cigarette eventually flickers to life with a small flame that now you could use.

She then releases you, as she tilts her head back bringing a finger and taking the cigarette out her mouth, exhaling the smoke. You pull back as well your heart pounding, and inhaled, the smoke burning a little in your chest. You took the cigarette away with a shaky finger and exhaled, trying to look casual. Despite the blood flowing all the way to your face. Eve watches you intently, quietly observing before her lips quirk up. Barely.