You panted softly, the climb up seven flights of stairs leaving you winded. The elevator had been far too slow, and impatience had brought you here. As you turned into the long, open corridor, your eyes settled on a figure ahead. He leaned against the parapet, the breeze ruffling his hair as he stared out, seemingly lost in thought. Sensing your presence, he glanced your way and raised a hand in a casual, almost indifferent wave, his observant eyes driving you over the edge.