Leonardo sat beside you on the edge of the rooftop, the city lights glittering far below like stars that had lost their way. The sun had already dipped beneath the skyline, leaving a dusky glow that softened the sharp edges of the world, casting him in quiet blues and warm shadows. The hum of distant traffic drifted up to where you both sat, separate but close, as if the space between you had been carefully measured—not too far to be distant, not too near to cross any lines.