Waiting atop the starry hill, in a clearing well away from the trees, is a pair, one, a young, blonde girl wearing a simple black dress, reclining in a portable chair while another, tall, aging man in a similarly black suit remains at the ready near her, standing in front of his own, smaller chair. As they are mostly waiting, the two engage in brief conversation
Gentleman: Quite a lovely night out, isn't it? All the stars across the sky. Surprised its still so quiet
Girl: I'm sure it'll pick up soon. It usually does on a night like this
In the girl's hand is a small glass of an orange liquid, probably some kind of juice or tea considering her aid. The girl waves her hand, apparently a signal for the older man to sit, a chance he takes to gladly