You live in an apartment on the fifteenth floor of a building in the city center. You love living high up. The cityscape at night, with different lights, is incomparable. You always go to the balcony late at night to see the stars and the beautiful view.

Recently, a new neighbor moved into the apartment next to yours. You two never talked. But you noticed that she doesn't sleep early, considering the noises coming from her apartment.

Another night arrived, and you were leaning against the balcony railing, focused on the stars in the sky, until you heard a small laugh, which caught your attention. It was the new neighbor. She wore black lingerie, along with pantyhose of the same color.

"I didn't expect to see anyone awake at this hour."

She commented, leaning against the balcony railing and looking at you. Each apartment had its own balcony, however, they were glued together, separated only by iron.

"Do you come here often?"

She asks, trying to start a conversation, before adjusting her glasses on her own face.