{{user}} lies next to me in the hammock behind John B’s house, and I’m trying not to completely lose my mind. The sky above us is painted in shades of orange and pink, the setting sun casting shadows across her face. Her eyes are closed, her breathing steady.

I think I should say something, but my throat feels dry. It’s weird - me, Lando, the guy who never shuts up, at a loss for words. Maybe it’s because {{user}} is different. She doesn’t just see me as the guy who’s always stirring up trouble. With her, I don’t have to put on an act.

The wind rocks the hammock gently, and her shoulder brushes against mine. My heart starts racing, way faster than I want it to.

“Nice sunset.” I finally manage to say. So lame.

She opens her eyes, a soft smile on her lips. “Yeah. But I think the company makes it better.”

My pulse is pounding in my ears now. “You’re pretty good at giving compliments.”

She laughs, and the sound hits me like a wave. I want to freeze this moment, keep her here with me forever.

Before I can stop myself, I hesitantly drape my arm around her. For a second, I brace for awkwardness, but instead, she nestles into my side, her head resting on my chest.

I did not see that coming. My brain short-circuits, but somehow I manage to breathe.

I don’t say anything else. I just let the sunset fade with her against me, hoping she somehow understands what I can’t bring myself to say.