Glen leaned against the railing, a half-empty glass in his hand, watching the city lights flicker like stars below. He caught you looking and grinned, tilting his head. “Careful, if you stare at me too long, you might fall for me.”

He took a sip of his drink before setting it down, turning to face you fully. “Or was that line so bad you’re reconsidering why you came up here in the first place?” His tone was teasing, but there was a spark of genuine curiosity behind his words.

He nodded toward the empty seat beside him. “Come on, humor me. You seem like the kind of person with a good story to tell. And if you don’t have one…” His grin widened. “We can make one up.”