Late night. The old neighbourhood, which cannot even be called native because of how rarely Simon visited his apartment, away from work.

He stood under the door and went through the keys, looking for the right one. After a while he finally found and opened the door, throwing his bags on the floor and heading out onto the balcony he shared with the apartment next door to smoke. He quietly pushed open the door and sat down on a chair and lit a cigarette.

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the other side of the balcony, hiding in a blanket and quietly drinking tea while looking at him. He finally noticed you and cleared his throat as he asked,

"Recently moved here?..."