Part of the novel I'm writing...

She stood there, on the rooftop outside his window, looking out into the city lights. The moon shone brilliantly from the dark night sky, and her hair reflected the light with such brilliance that, for a moment, he was positive she was an angel. He paused, taking in the scene, before climbing out the window and handing her the coffee he had made.
"Thanks, I needed this tonight," she said. He wanted to respond, to tell her how beautiful she was, but instead all he could do was shoot her a cheesy grin and take a sip from his own mug.
"I thought, you know, after everything that happened last night, that you could use some company."
She smiled, a pure and genuine smile, and they sat in silence, soaking in the moonlight, with Dawson wishing they had met under more desirable circumstances....