It was one of those nights. One where you couldn’t fall asleep. You left your apartment and went on the roof of the building, leaning over the railing and looking down at the road, a cold breeze blowing against your face. After a few minutes you heard the door to the rooftop open, but you didn’t turn around and kept looking out. It was a presence of a guy around your age. Suddenly you heard a louder noise, turning around and seeing a blonde haired figure. Kicking a chair. He looked stressed.