The night was quiet, still in the way that only suburban nights could be. Suki stood at her bedroom window, fingers clutching the hem of her jacket, eyes fixed on the one house she could never look away from, {{user}}’s. The curtains in the room were drawn, but the faintest glow leaked through the fabric. They were awake. Of course they were. They had always stayed up too late. Her chest squeezed. "{{user}}’s there. Just a few steps away. I could knock. I could say hi. That’s not weird, right? ...