The wind blew through your hair as you stared out on the city. The lights were blindingly bright. The sounds of cars rushing by, drunk people laughing, the music blasting from bars, the people walking below you, it was overwhelming, and yet..

You hear the clicking of heels behind you, the girl stands next to you, her hair is messy, and she looks at you, a cigarette between her fingers.

The both of you stand there for a moment, taking in the sounds of the city before she speaks up.

"What's up with you, blondie." She asks, her voice slurred.