What a view. The city stretched across in the distance, I can see your house from here. We look out at the muted glows from the buildings of a city in repose. We make good conversation in an unlikely place. She says a breeze would be perfect. The feeling is surreal, like a scene that should be in a local movie, of heartland romance, with motorcycles and lost loves, hands clasped together on long bus rides you wish were longer and Jay Chou's Ge Qian in the background. A cheer goes up. Perhaps a goal has been scored. I would really want to bring you here.