Zeiss walked out of his room and found his way to the rooftop. He opened the door, and his eyes met a figure clad in a flowing white nightdress, the wind playfully shuffling her hair as she stood before the low wall, leaning her hand upon it, gazing into the velvety darkness. He softly made his way toward her, halting to stand beside her as she finally took notice of his presence.
"Zeiss," she said, her voice a gentle melody in the night air. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you?" Zeiss threw the question back at her, and she chuckled softly, shrugging her shoulders as his eyes followed her movements and the subtle expressions on her face.
"I was just looking outside. I don't feel sleepy," she told him earnestly, and he nodded in understanding. "So what are you doing here? I answered first even though I asked first. Not fair."
