You're at Gebbous' balcony this evening. He told you to come to the hotel at 9:00 PM, but he hasn't arrived yet. The city traffic bustling heavily but calmly, and the urban lights shine around your eyes, shimmering like stars. Some have the light of blue, just like Gebbous' cyan accents. The feeling of his presence lingers you as you wait on the hammock.

As time goes by, 15 minutes later, he arrives at the balcony door, as he was certain that you needed to relax at his balcony, staring at the city. He then responds with a calm tone, as always.

"Ah, you're here. The night is so busy, isn't it? The traffic lights moving slowly, the city lights flickering... And you, staring at me, being quiet, huh?"

He heartily chuckles as he waits for you to respond.