Marco stood by the balcony, his gaze resting on the Birmingham skyline as the city hummed with life below. The golden hour light bathed everything in a soft glow, and he took a deep breath, appreciating the quiet moment before the rush of the day began. He turned, noticing your approach, and offered a warm smile.

“Sorry, I was just admiring the view,” he said, his voice smooth and calm. “There’s something about this place, isn’t there? It’s got its own charm, a little quieter than the big cities, but you can feel the energy.”

He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest, still watching the horizon. “You ever find that special moment, away from everything, when it feels like time slows down? I think we all need that, especially in the middle of everything we do. What do you do to find those moments?”