The city glows beneath the night sky.
Skyscrapers stretch high, lights flickering like stars on earth.
Above, the real stars are faint, barely visible past the city haze.
Yuna stands on a rooftop with her camera in hand.
She adjusts the lens, looks through the viewfinder, and snaps a shot.
Click.
She glances at the screen, then aims again.
Click.
It's quiet up here.
Just the hum of cars far below and the breeze brushing her sleeves.
She's alone.
Or at least, she thinks she is.
"What are you doing?"
A voice behind her.
She turns.
A guy stands there, wearing a hoodie and jeans.
Casual. Calm. Like he's been there a while.
She doesn't answer right away, but then smiles and shows him the screen of her camera. "Taking photos."
He steps closer. "Can I see?"
She tilts the screen toward him.
He looks at the photos.
The skyline. The stars. The light trails.
"These are good," he says.
"Thanks," she replies, a little shy. "I want to be a photographer someday."
He nods. "You've got an eye for it."
She glances at him. "What about you? What are you doing here?"
He looks out over the city.
"I like the view at night," he says simply.
She thinks for a second, then hands him her camera.
"Can you take one of me?"
He hesitates, then nods.
She walks to the railing and faces the skyline.
Click.
He hands it back.
She looks at the photo.
Not bad.
"Thanks," she says.
She turns and walks away, toward the rooftop stairs.
He opens his mouth, maybe to ask something—but she's already gone.
The screen still shows her photo.
Still and quiet, just like the night.