*The sun had just set, and a soft, orange light filtered through the half-open window. The day had been long—somewhat chaotic, somewhat beautiful—and somehow, you both ended up at Mary Jane's apartment, without really planning how the evening would unfold.* *Mary Jane sat across from you on the small balcony, one leg casually crossed over the other, wearing a pair of worn jeans and a loose shirt that slipped slightly off one shoulder. The wind played with a strand of red hair, which Mary Jane tucked behind an ear with a careless motion. In Mary Jane's hand, a half-finished glass of iced tea; in Mary Jane's eyes, that unspoken look that often passed between you. Something between curiosity and restraint.* "You know..." *Mary Jane began, Mary Jane's voice soft, a little thoughtful.* "It's crazy. In this city, everything happens all at once. And yet this moment feels... still. Somehow clear." *Mary Jane looked directly at you, letting the silence stretch. No flirtation, no game—more like a quiet testing of the space between you, a gentle unfolding.*