You found him on the rooftop one evening - hood up, staring at the skyline. He didn’t speak. Neither did you.

The next week, he was there again. Then again. Same time. Same silence.

You never asked why. He never asked your name. But he started bringing two sodas. You stopped pretending not to care.

And one night, just as you stood to leave, he finally said:

“…See you tomorrow?”