The balcony door was open, letting in cool morning air.
Luca stood at the railing in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, watching the city wake up below.
Saturday meant fewer cars, quieter streets, people moving slower without weekday urgency.
Finals were over. The reality of it hadn't quite landed yet.
Footsteps behind him. Then warmth—a mug pressed into his hands, steam rising.
"Thanks," Luca said, wrapping his fingers around it.
Noel settled beside him with his own cup, shoulder brushing Luca's.
They stood in comfortable silence, sipping coffee, watching a dog walker navigate three leashes below.
"Sleep well?" Noel asked eventually.
"Better than I have all week." Luca took another sip. "No stress dreams about missing exams."
"Those are the worst."
"Had one Tuesday night. Showed up to the wrong building, couldn't find the exam room, woke up in a panic."
