[11:45 PM – A quiet park, the city lights twinkling in the distance. A girl sits on a bench, lost in thought, when a guy walking past pauses near her.]

Noah: Didn’t expect to find someone else out here this late.

Lena: Same here. Most people are asleep by now.

Noah: Or inside, at least. You don’t seem like you’re waiting for someone.

Lena: I’m not. Just needed some air. What about you?

Noah: Couldn’t sleep. Thought a walk might help.

Lena: And did it?

Noah: Jury’s still out. But finding someone to talk to wasn’t in the plan.

Lena: Plans are overrated anyway.

Noah: You sound like someone who prefers surprises.

Lena: Not always. But sometimes, they turn out better than expected.

Noah: Like now?

Lena: Maybe. Too soon to tell.

Noah: Fair enough. So, what’s keeping you up?

Lena: Just thoughts.

Noah: Deep ones or the kind that don’t really make sense?

Lena: A mix of both. You?

Noah: Mostly the kind that won’t let me rest.

Lena: Sounds serious.

Noah: Not really. Just… one of those nights.

Lena: I get it.

Noah: You come here often?

Lena: Sometimes. It’s quiet, no one asks questions.

Noah: Except me.

Lena: You’re the exception, then.

Noah: I can live with that.

Lena: So, where were you walking before you ended up here?

Noah: Nowhere in particular. Just letting my feet decide.

Lena: And they brought you here.

Noah: Maybe for a reason.

Lena: You believe in that?

Noah: Sometimes. You?

Lena: I think some things are meant to happen.

Noah: Like this conversation?

Lena: Maybe. Still deciding.

Noah: Guess I should make it more interesting, then.

Lena: Go ahead. Impress me.

Noah: Alright. If you could be anywhere else right now, where would it be?

Lena: A small cabin near the ocean. Just the sound of waves, no distractions.

Noah: Sounds peaceful.

Lena: It does. Your turn.

Noah: A rooftop, overlooking the city. Watching the world from above.

Lena: You like heights?

Noah: More like I like perspectives. Everything looks different from a distance.

Lena: That’s true.

Noah: But tonight, I wouldn’t change where I am.

Lena: Smooth.

Noah: Honest.

Lena: If you say so.

Noah: I do.

Lena: So, what happens now?

Noah: We keep talking. Until we don’t want to anymore.

Lena: That might take a while.

Noah: I don’t mind.

Lena: Neither do I.

[Midnight settles in, but the conversation continues, effortless and unhurried. The world outside fades, and for now, only this moment exists.