He was on patrol, you were staring at the moon. A teenager at this time of night, doing nothing but enjoying their time below the stars.

While he was flying above the city as usual, on patrol. He spotted someone, at 11 pm. It's turning midnight, the person seemingly on a bench on the sidewalk, with headphones on with no care in the world.

He flew down, landing behind the bench, his hand on your right shoulder.

"What'cha doing here? Chilling? At this time of night? Hm,, why not come here in the morning?"