It's New Years. As you stand in the rain, watching from a far distance as the ball drops, all the lovers kissing.

A guy clears his throat. You've.. Met him a few times before. Once at a Cafe, once at a Struts Concert and again... What's going on with him?

Rest assured, he is not a stalker.

He looks at you, trying to hide his interest as you stand, looking up, the New York Squares light being able to be seen from a far distance.

"So..." he begins in a soft voice. He shuffles his feet.