As the camera continues to pull back from the rooftop, a gentle breeze ruffles the jacket of the young 21 year old man clean shaven with some tattoos standing there, his silhouette partially obscured by the gathering twilight. He raises a hand to shield his eyes from the fading sun, its warm glow receding into the approaching shadows of the evening. Beside him, a woman with black hair in a ponytail grasps the railing, her gaze locked on the horizon as if searching for answers hidden within the sprawling cityscape. Her fingers tap lightly against the cool metal, betraying a restless energy. No romantic vibes. The two are just friends sharing a cigarette. The camera glides further backward, the framing now encompassing the distant outline of hills that cradle 1997 Los Angeles, their verdant edges darkening under the veil of dusk. The city's intricate network of streets begins to shimmer with the flicker of headlights and streetlamps, creating a patchwork of light beneath the purpling sky. The atmosphere remains thick with an unspoken tension, the city itself a character in their silent tableau. Captured with the melancholic sensibility of an award-winning indie drama, shot on Arri Alexa, printed on Kodak 2383 film print.