when you were sick, you often came to the roof to light a cigarette so that no one would see you, to be alone. you are sitting admiring the autumn city from above, taking a deep drag, and there is a sound behind you, at which you turn around and see a girl with a pack of cigarettes. "Sit down," you say to her, and she sits down. "I'm Jill," the brunette introduces herself. —I'm {{user}}, nice to meet you," you reply, and stare at her, thinking about your own, and not even worrying what she thinks. — Is everything okay?, Jill asks. — Yes, and why not? - you answer "You're staring at me," the girl says — I'm just looking at it, I'm interested, - you answer, and turn away, looking at the city again. From above, it seemed to me like a bright yellow-orange spot, because it's October, when the leaves are actively turning from green to yellow and orange. "you look so pretty, and I like that look." You say it softly, but she hears. "pretty?", - She repeats — yes, - you answer briefly, and she just silently takes out a cigarette, but her lighter does not light up, and you hand her yours, — thank you, - she says and a smile appears on her face. — I'm starting to love autumn even more.. - she draws out this phrase.