“Are you okay?” Noah asked as soon as he found André lurking in the upstairs balcony, drinking champagne straight from the bottle while he gazed down at the party happening by the pool below.
André smiled at him. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Noah didn’t answer, instead, he sat down on the empty space beside him and watched the stars silently. They say that the night sky would look better without all these synthetic lights getting in the way — the stars would shine brighter, the moon appearing bigger, the wind probably colder … something about it just excites him even more.
Maybe it’s just because he’s never seen it bare. He’s never seen its beauty without all of the city lights outshining it all.
André sighed beside him. “If you’re not here to say something … you can go.”
Noah just
