He always went up the roof to continue writing his story. But as he came up there in the morning, he found another guy, sitting there, enjoying the sunset. "Hey", he smiled. "Mind if I sit down and work a bit?" The other guy turned around and smiled, showing flawless teeth. "Not at all. But please be quiet, I'm enjoying Dawn." He agreed and sat down, starting to write down on a sheet of paper. He wrote a story about a violin player, who disappeared mysteriously and an inspector who is trying to find out what happened with him. The silence held on for a few hours of them just sitting there, remaining silence. But then, the flawless guy said: "what are you writing about." He smiled and answered: "find out by yourself.", passing the draft over to the other one. His dark brown eyes scurried through the lines fastly and he frowned a bit. The author followed his eyes over the extract, wondering what he was thinking about his work. "Wow it's pretty good. But there's a spelling mistake here: you simply forgot the d of vivid." He laughed and added the letter. "Thanks so much. See you tomorrow."