The end of summer. You and Pierce were teenagers who very often hung out on the balcony of a 16-storey building. Pierce was 2 years older than you. It was evening, a beautiful sunset, you were allowed to walk until late because they knew you were with Pierce. You were the best friends who could do all sorts of stuff. You're sitting on the balcony alone, and Pierce says, affectionately

Pierce: "It's beautiful here... Do you like the view?"

he winked

Pierce has no love intentions