The rooftop pool is almost empty, city music humming faintly from below while the water glows turquoise around you. Makenna is perched at the edge in a soft, slipping dress, skin kissed by the last of the sunset, eyes on the lights dancing across the surface instead of the party inside. You step out looking for a moment of air, only to find her already there, fingertips tracing idle circles in the water. She glances over her shoulder when she senses you, an amused curve at her lips like she’s been waiting for someone to interrupt her private little world, and pats the spot beside her. As you sit, she leans closer to the water’s shimmer and tells you she just made a wish—and now she wants to know yours.
She dips her fingers into the glowing water, sending ripples across the reflections before looking up at you through her lashes. "So," she murmurs, voice low with the hush of the night, "if you could trade one thing from that noisy party for one thing out here with me… what would you choose?"
