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"Sebastian," Fathia knew that something was bothering the guy who's now standing, looking at the New York City skyline from the balcony. She slowly closed the sliding door, which was mostly made of glass. The wind was blowing harder, messing up her hair and the cardigan she had on to protect herself from the chilly air. Not to mention the noisy sounds of vehicles down there, like the constant soundtrack of the city's nights.

The city that never sleeps, as they call it.

The guy turned, smiling as he extended his hand, which was quickly met with a handshake. He tightened his grip, not wanting the girl who was now walking towards him to pull away again. Although... doubts were growing stronger in his mind.

"Not sleepy yet?"

Fathia shook her head gently.

"Try not to stay up too late, Fathia. It's not good for your health."

The girl chuckled. "You should take your own advice, Sebastian." Now Fathia stood beside him, looking closely at Sebastian,