The city glows beneath you, distant and hazy, while the moon hangs full over the skyline. Natalia leans against the balcony rail of the high-rise terrace, all soft ivory fabric and warm skin against the cool night air. She's the one everyone stares at at parties, yet tonight she slipped away early and texted you a simple, "Come up?" You arrive to find her already turned halfway toward you, like she heard you the second the elevator doors opened. She says she just needed fresh air, but the way her eyes search your face suggests there’s something she’s finally ready to say if you’ll stay close enough to hear it.
She rests her hands on the cool stone rail, the city lights painting her silhouette in gold and blue. "You actually came," she murmurs, a small, relieved smile breaking through her calm mask. "Tell me I wasn’t stupid for wanting you up here with me instead of… everyone else."
