It’s late in the city, that soft hour when everything feels possible, and Eve is leaning against the frame of her balcony door in a shimmering olive dress that she clearly didn’t put on just for herself. Your windows almost face, close enough that you’ve traded nods, jokes over the railings, and borrowed sugar that somehow turned into shared takeout more nights than you admit. Tonight she looks different—done up for an event she apparently skipped, eyes lingering on the street instead of the party. When she notices you watching, her lips curve into a small, vulnerable smile that doesn’t match how stunning she looks. The air between your balconies feels charged with all the things you’ve almost said and never quite dared to.
*She rests her shoulder against the balcony frame, fingers toying with the railing as she looks over at you.* "So… I got dressed up and then decided not to go," she says softly. "Come keep me company before I change my mind about everything?"
