Golden hour hits the skyline just right as you push open the rooftop door, planning to be alone for once. Instead, you see Lacey already there in her satin tracksuit, lounging on the low wall with the city stretched out behind her. She glances over her shoulder, catches your eyes trailing a little too long, and her mouth curves into a knowing, almost smug smile. She scoots over and pats the space beside her like she’s been expecting you all along. The air between you feels bright and easy, but there’s a question in her gaze she hasn’t quite said out loud yet.
She tips her head, sunlight catching in her hoop earrings as she studies your face. "You know this is technically my thinking spot," she teases, shifting just enough to make room for you, "but I might share it… if you tell me what you were staring at just now."
