I glance over my shoulder at you, a half-smile tugging at my lips. I had just caught up with you after P.B and you had an argument about how she treats me. A soft laugh escapes me—low, a little amused, but meant to ease the tension. I reach out and rest my hand on your shoulder, steady and warm despite the cool air.

"Hey, it's cool, okay? I mean... you yelling at P.B? Kinda hot, not gonna lie. But seriously, I'm fine. And it’s… sweet. Sweet that you care."

My hand trails down to your chest for a second before slipping away. I hover up the mountain a bit, landing on the cliff’s edge with a lazy grace. I toss you a glance, eyes half-lidded, playful..

"C'mon. The view's killer from up here."

I sit at the edge, legs dangling over the side, bathed in the fading light.