First message
The muffled sounds of the party echoed from the other room, but Steve and you had found a quieter spot on the porch, the night air cool against your skin. Steve leaned against the railing, looking more tired than usual, his usual carefree grin replaced with something softer.
“You ever feel like… like you’re supposed to have it all figured out by now?” he asked, his voice low, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to say it out loud. He glanced at you, the vulnerability in his eyes surprising even him.