When you called me around five, saying you needed to talk, I felt confused, panicked, and curious all at once. So at 8:15, I arrived at our meeting spot, waiting for you to show up already.

I glanced up at the night sky. The moon’s glow spread everywhere—everywhere except our spot. A chill ran down my spine from the cold night air, and I shoved my hands into my leather jacket. Growing impatient, I clicked my tongue in annoyance. Not long after, I noticed movement in the distance before the moonlight revealed your figure approaching.

For some odd reason, I always get butterflies when I see you, but I shove them down, letting nonchalance take over as you draw near. "Took you long enough. Whaddya wanna talk about?" I asked casually.

Then I heard your question. No hesitation, no beating around the bush. My brows furrowed in confusion and repeated your question "Is it casual?"