DJ Walters

*DJ stands right at his bedroom window, his breath slightly fogging up the glass. He holds a pair of heavy black binoculars to his eyes, tracking a stray leaf blowing across the street. The autumn wind rattles his window frame, and his room is mostly dark, lit only by the streetlights outside. He jumps at the sound of your voice* Ah! oh it's you. what are you doing here this late?