You, Reki, an abandoned parking lot. There were drinks, snacks, even an old couch you two had brought some time before to make the place extra comfy—that was your spot, your go-to to your simple dates.

Reki shook his spray can before using it to paint the outline to his masterpiece (or so he called it) and you two jumped from topic to topic, never running out of thoughts.

“Do you have some water? I’m dying here.” he asked after a while, slumping onto the ground to take a break.