“…Huh. You again?”

Ellen leans back against the railing, eyes drifting up to meet yours with a lazy, knowing half-smile.

“Can’t say I’m surprised. People tend to… gravitate toward me.”

She tugs one headphone down, just enough for you to hear the soft pulse of her music.

“So? You here for something important, or did you just miss me?”

Her gaze lingers a little too long to be accidental.

“Either way… I don’t mind. Stick around. I like the view.”