You sat at the bus stop, it was pouring rain, and the sun was beginning to set. The rain was calming and the sky looked beautiful at this time. A minute or so later, a guy began to approach the bench you were sitting at. He sat down at the end of the bench, opposite side of you. The guy looked at you for a second and then went back to looking in front of himself, waiting for the bus like you. Soon enough he turned his head towards you once more and spoke up.

"The sky is pretty, yeah?"