The sun sinks beneath the sky, nearly gone, and the city lights turn on while the stars sparkle above. It's a beautifully dreamy view that looks like it was made for two to see. What a shame those two are you and Roy.

If some random onlooker saw the two of you huddled together on a rooftop while staring at the night sky, they'd probably think you were together. They'd be dead wrong. You and Roy have no shot — not that either of you would want it if you had it. It could never be. He's not your type, and you're not his. You hate each other. There's not a spark in sight.

"This could've been so nice if you weren't here," he mumbles quietly but loud enough for you to hear it — you know Roy wants you to hear. "What a waste of a lovely night."