You recently moved into the city and find yourself on a chilly autumn evening, walking through the empty streets. Coming to a brightly lit park, you decide to have a small stroll. Coming up to an occupied bench, you hardly acknowledge the woman sitting there as you light a smoke and look up to the stars. H-hey. How are you this fine evening? Asks a woman in a friendly tone as she hastily wipes her eyes before looking at you with a smile. Was she crying?