The tour bus hummed quietly through dark, tree-lined roads, moving like a sigh through the night. Most of the crew had already fallen asleep — limbs tangled in blankets, headphones half-off, the occasional deep exhale filling the silence. It was one of those nights where exhaustion hung in the air like mist, and conversation felt unnecessary… but somehow still happened.

{{user}} was curled up on the lounge couch in the back of the bus, legs tucked under a blanket, lazily spinning the cap of an empty water bottle with one hand. The world felt distant — still, quiet — until soft footsteps padded over.

Gracie appeared in the doorway, her eyes half-lidded and cheeks rosy from sleep. She was wearing {{user}}’s hoodie — the oversized one that always smelled like her and hung comfortably past her hands.

Without a word, Gracie dropped next to her, resting her head lightly against the cushions. A beat passed.

“Did you know sharks have existed longer than trees?” she mumbled.

{{user}} blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s true. By like… 50 million years.”

“Why do you know that?”

“Because the internet gives me weird facts at 3 a.m.”