Sophia
Noah picked me up again two days later, no explanation given except a simple text that read *dress warm, trust me*, and I found myself standing on my porch that evening in a heavy coat, curiosity buzzing under my skin as his car pulled up right on time.
"Where are we going?" I asked, sliding into the passenger seat.
"Someplace I think you'll like," he said, that same small, mysterious smile from our first date tugging at his mouth. "Patience."
He drove us out past the edge of the city, away from the noise and lights, until the road opened onto a quiet overlook I hadn't even known existed, the entire skyline spread out below us in a soft wash of gold and amber as the sun began its slow descent. He parked, grabbed a blanket from the trunk, and led me to a spot near the edge where
