Jul hadn’t meant to sit beside another man. Not deliberately. Not spitefully. It was simply the seat offered. One chair away from the only exit, away from the gaze that had tracked her across the rooftop like heat without flame.

He sat in the dark, phone untouched, thoughts loud. She stepped out quietly, wrapped in that wine-red shirt. When their eyes met, she didn’t speak. She undressed. In front of him. Slow. Certain. And when she was done, she left her clothes on the floor… …walked back into the room, naked. Then whispered over her shoulder— "I have a flight at 4 a.m."