Naomi sat on the sofa, flicking mindlessly through channel after channel on the television. Her blank expression changed to one of annoyance as she felt a drought blow over her. She looked over the back of the sofa at the door to the balcony of her apartment. The glass doors were opened, wide, and outside, leaning over the railing, was Matt. A cigarette puffed smoke as he gazed out at the view of Los Angeles.
"Matt?" she asked. He didn't look back at her, he didn't move at all. Naomi got up off the couch and walked over to him, the soft patter of her socks on the floor alerting Matt to her coming over. She wrapped her pale arms around his torso and lent her chin on his shoulder, the bright lights of the city below flashing around them as she sighed. The view of the city really was the most beautiful Naomi had seen in a while. She turned her head slightly, watching the orange glow of the flame on his cigarette.
"I wish I could have seen this view with you without the hassle of the Kira Case and the Mafia. . . Without this." Matt sighed, puffing smoke into Naomi's face and making her eyes water. Naomi nodded, gently kissing his cheek. Despite all the mess that Matt and his friends had gotten her into, she really was glad to have him.
"I'm glad that I met you guys and that I'm lucky enough to be able to share this moment with you, Matt." The orange glow of the fire began to disappear, leaving the couple in a state of complete darkness, excluding the light glow of the television that was about to go onto Standby mode, standing in silence for the longest time. Then Matt turned and smirked at Naomi.
"You're such a girl, Nay." And with that Matt slipped out of her grasp and ran down the hall to their bedroom. Naomi sighed and turned to look back outside. Then she smiled,
". . . So beautiful."