We stay there for about an hour, sprawled across the low concrete ledge overlooking the water, the city skyline burning softly in the distance. The sun's dipped beneath the horizon now, leaving that deep violet hue that makes everything feel quieter, like the world's holding its breath.
Felix tosses pebbles from the cliff. I sit beside him, hugging my knees. We talk. About random shit. Vending machines with weird snacks. Childhood TV shows. The weird smell of our campus locker rooms. And still, jealousy lingers like a ghost between us.
"You were really mad about that girl, huh?" he asks, grinning sideways at me like he already knows the answer.
"I wasn't mad," I mutter, which is technically true. It wasn't just anger—it was a cocktail of confusion, heat, and something that left a weight in my stomach. "Just didn't expect to see you hand-fed in front of a many people, in front of thousands followers."
