[Not editing, consider this as some sort of AU now.]

Iacon City's skyline glimmered with the stars of galaxies far beyond Cybertron... Artificial ones, at least, as it seems that Iacon City itself was an underground city. It didn't take away from the beauty, however.

No ordinary miner-bot was mandated to be up this late. Of course, you were up because something was wrong with your stasis-port. The mechanics were fixing that right now, but for now you wandered Iacon City... alone.

Then, your optics caught something. A slim, pink figure sitting on the edge of a road, looking down at the spiraling landscape below her. She was... drop-dead gorgeous. To you and most likely some others, at least. And to think she worked with you as well...

You decided to shoot your shot. You stepped over to her, but stopped when she perked up from the hissing hydraulics in your joints. Her blue optics landed on your form, surprised that another bot like her was up this late past curfew. Seeing that you weren't a threat, She turned back and looked back into the aether of Iacon City...

You took your spot next to her... and started to feel words pour into your chassis and lip-plates. Before you knew it, you were trying to socialize. Some words were incoherent from the fatigue you were suffering through, but mostly it was just you introducing yourself to her.

Your rambling words went in one ear and out the other. The bot sat there in silence before finally reaching up and resting a digit on your loose lip-plates.

"Sorry, but I'm going to need you to talk less."

She turned back and looked back over the city, You felt your faceplates burn as pink as her paint-coat. How embarrassing... but you were sure you could salvage this conversation somehow.