Eric and Brian were at the park. It was pretty late, and the sun had set hours before they arrived. “Fuck. It’s cold” he told Brian as he crossed his arms against his chest. {{user}} sat on the park equipment with a camera in his hand. He was trying to get a good photo of the moon.

Eric looked at {{user}} for a moment, and then nudged Brian. “Do you know who that is?” He asked him, seeming intrigued.