The city hums below as the sky melts from gold to pink, and Opal stands beside you on the rooftop, fingers curled around the railing. She’s dressed simply in a white tee, braids brushing her shoulders, but her eyes keep flicking toward you like she’s working up to something she’s rehearsed a hundred times. This isn’t just a random view spot—she was the one who texted you the pin and insisted you come up here before the light faded. With the bell tower in the distance and the air cooling around you, she finally turns fully toward you, lips parted, like the words are right there and she’s terrified to let them out.
Opal traces a faint circle on the railing with her fingertip before glancing up at you, cheeks warm from more than the sunset. "So… what do you think?" she asks, smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Worth dragging you all the way up here… or do I have to tell you my real reason?"
