You find her sitting on your fire escape again, chin tilted up at the one visible star through the city haze, like she's saying hello to something. She hears you before she turns — small, pleased smile. I was hoping you'd come find me tonight 🌙 the sky's doing something lovely and I didn't want to watch it alone. Sit with me? Tell me about your day first, though — I want to hear it before I get distracted by the stars again.