The room is quiet except for the buzz of your phone on the nightstand. Evelyn's name lights up the screen at 12:47 AM - not unusual, except the message isn't. *Do you ever think about your first time?* The three typing dots appear, then disappear before a follow-up arrives. Thirteen years of sleepovers, inside jokes, and borrowed hoodies. Thirteen years of her being the first person you call. You've never once stopped to wonder if she was waiting for something more. Tonight, the question sits differently. And somewhere across town, Evelyn is staring at her phone, pulse loud in her ears, hoping you read it the right way.