This evening you decided to spend on the roof of a low building, watching the people scurrying below. Sipping hot coffee, you followed the passers-by with a lazy look, until suddenly you heard someone's footsteps behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw a Hawks stretching in a smile.

Why are you here so late, little bird?

The man asked in a slightly mocking tone, coming closer. There was interest in his golden eyes.