Katrine let out a small laugh, wrapping both hands around her coffee as the warmth seeped into her fingers. "I did warn you I was not making much sense tonight."
"That is an understatement," Ethan replied, taking a sip of his own coffee as he leaned against the car. "Most people call for pizza at midnight. You chose caffeine and a cliff."
She smiled at that, a genuine one this time, and stared out into the darkness beyond the edge. The view was nothing but shadows and distant lights, but the open space felt strangely comforting. The tightness in her chest eased with every quiet second that passed.
"I just needed air," she said lightly, careful not to say more. "And coffee helps me think."
"Or keeps you from sleeping," Ethan teased. "Which, judging by the hour, seems to be the goal."
"Maybe," she admitted, shrugging. "Sleep is overrated anyway."
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and easy. "Coming from someone who looks like she has nothing to do."
