Saturday night rolled in with a golden hue, the city buzzing quietly in the background. For once, there was no headline to clean up, no scandal to erase, and no romantic rival to stalk just time for the boys to unwind.
Asher, Zane, and Callum met up at a private rooftop lounge overlooking the skyline. The place was sleek and exclusive, the kind of spot celebrities used to hide from their fame and CEOs used to pretend they weren't working.
Callum showed up first, in dark jeans, a loose black tee, and sunglasses, looking every inch the rising artist he had become. His latest single had just hit over a million streams in a week.
"You guys are lucky I even showed up," he said, smirking as he sipped his cocktail. "I'm kind of famous now."
Zane rolled his eyes as he arrived, tossing his car keys to the valet like a pro. "Yeah, yeah. We get it. You paint and sing sad songs now. Congrats."
Callum grinned. "I paint emotions."
