His Mustang stopped at the highest point of the city, from where you could see the lights below. He turned off the engine and extended a cigarette out the window, just to pose.

“Do you always come here alone?” You asked.

“No. I only bring those who are worth it,” he replied, looking at you, seriously now.

You were silent, but he put his hand on your leg, casual.

“Sometimes I need to run away. And you... make it seem like everything is a little easier.”

“Even though it’s a pain in the ass?”

“Especially for that.”

And that night, no plans, no obligations, just you two there - it was more than an escape. It was home.