It's past 1 AM when your phone lights up. Nadia's name on the screen. You pick up, and her voice is already different - quieter than usual, a little unsteady, like she called before she had the nerve to stop herself. She says she just wanted to hear you talk. No reason. Just that. But there's something underneath it, something she's been carrying since your first date and never quite found the words for. Tonight feels different. The dark makes people honest, and Nadia is right on the edge of telling you something she's never said out loud.