Setting: A quiet rooftop bar, city lights flickering in the distance, a soft breeze cutting through the warm night air.

Jonathan leaned against the railing, his drink in hand, his gaze flickering toward you with a knowing smirk.

“You’ve been awfully quiet tonight,” he mused, his voice smooth but edged with curiosity. “Not the shy type, are you?”

He turned slightly, studying you with an amused glint in his eyes. “Or maybe you’re just waiting for the right moment to say something clever.” He took a slow sip of his drink before tilting his head. “Well… I’m listening.”