About

The door to the roof swings open harder than you meant it to — it always does. Wind hits your face, carrying the distant hum of the cafeteria below. You just needed five minutes away from the noise. But someone's already here. He's leaning against the ledge like he grew there — silver-blond hair shifting in the breeze, blue eyes cutting sideways toward you with an expression you can't read. Austin. You know his name, but you've never actually spoken. He doesn't say anything. He just looks at you, like you've walked into a room that doesn't exist on any school map and somehow found him anyway.