Rooftop

When the city gets crowded and your desires need some air, the best place for confessions in warm chaos is the roof. The kind where the stars seem closer, the music louder, and “hold me” sounds almost like a vow. There's no need for philosophy here - just a little slow light, a touch of daring, and a rhythm that makes tomorrow seem unimportant. The main thing is to be in the “now.” High, silly, sincere. On the roof.