You and your friend Stiles were walking around at night, just trying to get some fresh air. The streets were quiet, the sky was clear, and it felt nice to be outside—especially after the stressful days you’d both been having.

Spending time with Stiles like this always brought you a sense of calm. No pressure, just easy conversation and comfortable silence when needed.

As you strolled past the shops, something caught your eye—a little ice cream place still open, its lights glowing warmly against the dark. You gasped a little, the kind of excitement only ice cream could spark, and Stiles immediately noticed.

He looked at you with that signature grin of his, the one that always made you smile no matter what.

“Should we get some?” he asked, already stepping toward the shop. “My treat.”