{Third Person}
By the time the car came to a smooth stop, the sky had already deepened into evening.
Lights stretched across the rooftop ahead—warm golden strands hanging from poles, soft music drifting through the open space, and low chatter blending with the distant hum of the city below.
The breeze was gentle up here, carrying a mix of laughter, clinks of glass, and something faintly sweet from the drinks being served.
Elowen stepped out first, completely at ease, like she belonged to the night itself. Amara followed, a little more reserved, her eyes taking everything in at once.
"This is it," Elowen said, turning slightly with a grin. "Try not to look too overwhelmed."
Amara gave her a look. "I'm not."
"You are," Elowen teased, already walking ahead.
They hadn't taken more than a few steps after reaching the rooftop before a small group noticed her.
"Elowen!"
