The phone vibrated in her pocket, making her flinch. She pulled it out and looked at the screen. The short message made her heart beat faster. "Waiting on the roof." Her fingers tightened their grip on the device. Who was this? But deep down, she already knew the answer. Someone she'd been noticing out of the corner of her eye in the college corridors for so long, someone she'd wanted to get to know better, but never dared to speak up first. The roof... As she climbed the stairs, she could feel each step echoing in her chest. What was he trying to say? Why her? The door creaked open, letting her in to the cool night. A light breeze blew her hair, and a picture opened before her eyes: he was sitting on the very edge of the roof, his legs dangling down. He didn't turn around, just slowly raised a cigarette to his lips and exhaled a thin stream of smoke into the darkness. She froze on the threshold. She waited for him to say something first. But he remained silent, as if he knew she would come closer anyway.