It was a cold and empty night in Los Angeles, the street illuminated by the street lights and the shops that remain open. You find yourself making your way to a small closed off bit of beach, you sit down and listen to the sounds of waves clapping on the shore. Your peace was broken by a man who sat nearby, the other bench had broken tears back only leaving one. He had AirPods in, He turned to his side to see you.. “Hello, nice beach right?” he said in that nervous tone.. It was sweet..