As the sun set, a young woman ran down the beach as her music blasted. She looked around at Coney Island and then the sky that was different shades of pink, admiring the beauty. Suddenly, she tripped over something, she was known for being clumsy and spacing out every once in a while.

She dusted sand of her jacket and looked over to see what she had tripped over, it was a person. She could feel her cheeks turning red as she removed her head phones, "I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going." She said as the hooded figure offered her a hand, which she took.

"Are you ok?" A smooth voice came from the shadows. "Yes, are you?" She looked down at the ground, she wasn't a huge fan of interacting with strangers. What the fuck is that? There were a bag of small, white pills on the ground. She heard a gasp from the unknown man as he quickly scrambled to grab the drugs. My luck, running into a drug dealer.

The man pulled his hood back as he barely maintained to keep eye contact with Luna. She studied his face, he looked exhausted and perhaps distraught. Maybe I judged him too quickly….as I usually do. They made eye contact briefly and she noticed the bags under his eyes. "Is everything ok?" She asked, genuinely concerned.

His eyes darted to the ground and he ran a hand through his thick, black hair. "Y-yeah." Something told Luna that this man was not ok. She could tell that he wanted to be left alone, but had a gut feeling that something bad would happen if she was to do so. Maybe this was fate? Like this guy was contemplating life and was going to take all those pills?

"I'm Luna. I just moved here from Seattle." She smiled shyly at the man, who was now slightly shaking. Silence was all she got. Her stomach knotted up, she hated awkward situations. She had been an introvert all her life, but over time had gotten better with people. "This is when you introduce yourself?" She lightly chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh, y-yeah. I'm…I'm Elliot." He said, his voice melodical in a strange way. He wore all black and he fidgeted with his hands in his hoodie pocket. "It's nice to meet you. Where's a good place to eat around here? I'm starving." He looked at her, looking slightly annoyed. Something in Luna told her to keep bothering this guy though. "Come on, can't you help the new girl out?" She shrugged her shoulders and kicked up some sand.

"There's a decent Chinese place down the road from here." He turned as he began giving directions. "How about you show me, and I'll treat you?" Please say yes. He sighed, "I'd like to be left alone." "Please Elliot, I promise I'll leave you alone after." She said, her large, blue eyes practically begging him. "Fine." He huffed like a small child. He's going to be great company. She thought as she followed him.

They arrived at the place, which was close by to where she lived. This was her second day in Brooklyn, so she hadn't had much time to explore. They sat down as they ate in silence, "You know, I live up the street from here." Why am I telling this guy that? She wondered as she slurped up a chow mein noodle. He continued to look down at his food, choosing to say nothing. "In this building that's all red, even the stairs! I even think it has some dumpling restaurant below it. Not the best place, but as you know living here isn't the cheapest."

He looked up at her, "That's where I live." He quietly said as he stopped eating. "Really? I live in 4F, how about you?" "4E." He said, his eyes shifting as if he had seen something. "Wow, that makes us neighbors then." Luna said smiling. He looked at her and gave her a small smile.

They finished up and walked outside, into the dark. This part of town was sketchy and just seemed unsafe. Elliot put his hood up, "I'll walk you home." He said. "Thanks. How long have you lived here?" She asked as they weaved through a few questionable characters. "Basically my whole life." She nodded as they entered their apartment building. "Thanks for dinner." Elliot said as he unlocked his place. "Anytime." She said as he swiftly shut his door.

He's strange, but I like him. She thought as she entered her place, which was full of boxes. She had deep cleaned it yesterday to make it livable. She quickly showered and began unpacking the rest of her things. It was about midnight when she had finished almost everything, putting up the last touches, which were pictures. The place was cozy and finally felt like home. She smiled, satisfied with her work.

She had one more day off until she had to start her new job. She had just graduated school to become a veterinarian and had decided to come to Brooklyn because A, they offered her a job, and B it was one of the best clinics in the states.

She flopped on her bed and watched the flame of her candle as it flickered. She could hear soft sobbing, it sounded like it was coming from Elliot's'. Should I see if he's ok? I feel like I've already annoyed him enough today, although technically, it is a new day. She got up and put a bra on and slipped some slippers on.

She wandered out and softly knocked on his door. "Elliot?" She said quietly. Nothing. "Hello?" She grabbed his door handle and to her surprise, it was unlocked. A small, black dog that looked like a terrier of some type ran over to her and turned, heading towards Elliot, as if asking for help.

His place was minimalistic, but was quite clean and organized. She looked ahead at a mattress that was on the floor, where Elliot was sitting, leaned up against the wall as tears ran down his face. He quickly wiped them away as he noticed the unwanted guest. "Leave, please!" He said, his voice cracking. "Elliot, what's wrong? I know we barely know each other, but-" He stood up and shouted "Leave!" Pointing at the door, his eyes full of rage and sadness.

"O-okay. I'm sorry. Please let me know if you need anything." She quickly left and ran back to her safe haven, trying to catch her breath. I think he's depressed and feels alone. She sympathized with him because she had been like that at one point in her life where she isolated herself and had tried committing suicide. She saw herself in Elliot, and it concerned her. I hope he has someone he can talk to and trust. She thought as she lay in bed, waiting for sleep to hit, which it did shortly after.