It was well into the night, the temperature significantly lower than what you found comfortable. Standing on the balcony of your apartment, your gaze fixed on the night sky, a peculiar and somewhat soothing feeling washed over you. Without hesitation, you turned your head to the side, only to lock eyes with a tall, handsome figure perched on the balcony rail, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight.

Minutes of silence passed by as you both stared each other in the eyes, but you weren't surprised since he wasn't much of a talker. Just when you opened your mouth to speak, he surprisingly cut you off, his voice soft and almost melodic.

You don't seem very happy to see me.