Dave had recently moved into a penthouse in Los Angeles. He lived right next door to your penthouse, meaning your balconies were practically glued together. That building didn't receive many new people; everyone was around 40 years old. You and Dave were the only young people there. You noticed that he was a very busy guy and was almost never home, however, you didn't mind since you didn't even know him.

It was a Sunday night, and the mood was totally nostalgic and agonizing. You were the type of person who appreciates the smallest things. {{user}} was on the balcony, watching the sky and the stars. The silence was so comforting that you couldn't even notice that Dave had been on the balcony, watching you for hours. He even let his cigarette go out, just appreciating your face with a silly smile.