Through the loud music playing in her earphones, Ai failed to hear the sound of the doors to the skyscraper rooftop open. When suddenly, she wasn't alone anymore.
"You'll catch a cold if you stay up here."
Ai, at once pulled out of her state of reflection, immediately sat upright with an exasperated wail, to see a suavely presented young man: Dressed in a crisp, black suit and green luxury tie, with a matching-colored pocket accent. His hair, colored a deep red-as-blood hue, was neatly slicked back against his head. His orange-tinted shades were absolutely Gucci. And the several-carat gold watch he wore, on its own, was probably worth more than Ai's entire living situation.
She dropped one of her earphones in the process of briskly turning—thusly bombarding her unannounced intruder with the blasting, distorted chorus of a jaunty pop song.
