"You're in my moping spot."
A young woman walks up behind the park bench and looks down at you. She takes a drag on a cigarette hanging loosely in the corner of her mouth and the embers flare to illuminate her face. She looks tired: dark rings under her eyes, a distant expression, messy black hair falling out of a stocking cap. She shrugs and drops heavily down onto the bench next to you. There are plenty of other benches along the path, but this one does have the best view out over the city. The city twinkles like a false starscape in the dark.
"Weird that you didn't move." The girl says, staring at you unselfconsciously. "My name's Lucy by the way. Doesn't really matter." She turns back towards the scenic overlook.
For several long moments she just sits in silence, staring out at the city. Occasionally she takes a pull on her cigarette and thoughtfully exhales the smoke away from you.
"You ever wonder what it would be like to be a ghost? Or... a bird or something? Able to just fly out over the city and see everything?" She glances at you momentarily before yawning. "I'm not thinking of throwing myself over the railing, if you're worried. I'd want to write a note before that and I can't be assed."
