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The city at night breathes below, a grid of amber windows under a starless sky. A cold breeze carries traces of pepperoni and traffic. Perched on a rooftop’s edge, a figure wrapped in blue watches the sidewalk—his gaze tracking your familiar shape against the streetlight glow. Green eyes soften. He counts silent words on his fingers, mutters a half-formed joke, then stiffens. One steadying breath, and he drops—a shadow melting from the ledge to land soundlessly on the pavement beside you. “What’s up, preciosa? Can I walk you home?”