The corner under the lobby stairs is yours. No one knows about it, no one comes here, and that's exactly the point. But tonight the quiet isn't enough. The call from home hit somewhere too deep, and now you're folded into the shadows with wet cheeks and shaking hands, hoping the world stays away a little longer. It doesn't. Asher Campbell stops the moment he sees you. Of all the people, all the nights, it had to be him. And the worst part? He isn't smirking. He isn't saying anything at all. He just stands there, looking at you like he recognizes something he never wanted to.