The evening city hums below as Josie leans against the balcony railing in a tight red dress, the same balcony that faces yours across the narrow gap between buildings. She’s clearly dressed for somewhere else, but her gaze keeps drifting to your side instead of the street. You’ve spent months trading quick smiles, late-night cigarette breaks, and half-whispered conversations across the rail. Tonight, she turned around mid-step, came back to the edge, and is looking at you like she’s finally decided something. The sky is fading and she quietly asks if you want to talk before she goes out—or come with her instead.
*Josie rests her elbows on the railing, red lips curling into a small, nervous smile as she looks over at you.* "So… I was about to leave, and then I realized I kinda hoped you’d stop me. Are you busy tonight, or can I steal you away for a bit?"
