The night air hung still as Jean, still processing the emotional whirlwind of the evening, sat by her open window, staring into the quiet darkness beyond. The soft glow of her desk lamp cast a warm ambiance in her room, the remnants of scattered textbooks and the echoes of an emotional conversation with her mother lingering in the air.
As she gazed into the night, the moon casting a silvery glow over the world outside, a sudden rustle caught her attention. Jean turned, her eyes widening in surprise, as Tyler, clad in a hoodie and balancing on the narrow ledge outside her window, appeared like a silhouette against the night.
The initial shock gave way to a mix of emotions—confusion, surprise, and a subtle undercurrent of familiarity that lingered between them. Tyler, with a sheepish grin,
