Jess smiled down at Winston who was curled up on a lawn chair asleep, as she heard the disappearing laughter of Schmidt and Elizabeth as they made their way back downstairs. Turning around, she wrapped her arms across her chest against the cool breeze that was gently tugging at her hair. She scanned the rooftop and saw Nick leaning on the concrete on the far side of the roof. Walking to the table, Jess grabbed the two champagne flutes of orange juice and took a deep breath as she made her way over to Nick.

When she got to where he was standing, she gently placed one of the glasses down next to his elbow as he leaned over the edge staring out into the distance. The soft clink of the glass on the concrete seemed to reverberate into the quiet night.

She whispered softly as he remained motionless. "Hey."

Nick took in a quick breath, glancing down at the glass and up to her face with a small smile. "Hey, Jess."

She tilted her head, still quiet. "You okay?"

He sighed and stood up. "Yeah, I...it's fine." He picked up the glass and slowly started spinning it with one hand against the other palm.

Jess bit her lip, leaning her hip against ledge and gently tapping her glass to his. "I'm sorry about my dad."

Nick winced slightly, his gaze fixed on the rim of his glass. "I'm good. He, uh...he's not wrong."

Jess shook her head. "No, Nick. He IS wrong. He just doesn't know you like I do."

Nick frowned and looked up, staring straight into her deep blue eyes. "Look, Jess. It's okay. I get why he thinks that. Everyone figures it out eventually." She saw a deep sadness in his eyes as he whispered almost inaudibly, "You will too."

Jess took her glass in her left hand and set it down on the ledge, standing up straight again. "Stop that." She grabbed his glass from his hand and placed it roughly on the ledge next to hers, before she took both his hands in hers. Giving them a little tug, she shook her head. "I don't care what he thinks. I already KNOW you." He just blinked quickly as she continued to look him in the eye. "Last night was..." She swallowed hard, her gaze faltering a moment before returning to his. Her voice cracked, barely able to finish her statement. "... really amazing."

Unable to say a word, and feeling overwhelmed by her admission in the dark silence of the night, he stared at her for a moment before letting go of her hands and gently sliding his hands around her waist. He watched a smile creep across her face as her hands slid through the folds of his robe on his chest and up to his shoulders. She tilted her head as she ran her fingers through his hair, gently scraping her fingernails across the back of his neck.

Slowly leaning in to kiss her, he whispered, "Amazing."