(4)
 
Button looks out in awe, the entire city laid out before his very eyes. Babs looks over and sees him captivated by the view.
 
“Pretty, ain’t it?” she asks.
 
“Yeah…” Button says, his voice filled with wonder. For a moment, the sight made him forget where he was. Unfortunately, the view couldn’t make him completely forget as his eyes travel down and around the construction they were sitting on. “Hey, Babs?” he asks.
 
“Hmm?” she hums curiously.
 
“Are we supposed to be up here?”
 
“Heh. Nah,” she replies calmly.
 
However, such a tone does little to alleviate Button’s building anxiety. “What if the construction workers come back?”
 
“Those lazy bums been buildin’ this place since before I moved here,” Babs says. “Soon as the clock strikes six, they all pack up an’ go.”
 
While that actually succeeds in making Button Mash feel a little more relaxed, Babs’ next action makes his nervousness start to grow again.
 
She pulls out a small paper box container, shaking it a couple times to cause a little yellow and white stick to poke out. Putting her lips around it, she pulls it out of the pack before offering one to Button.
 
“N-No thanks…” he says, waving a hoof. “Where’d you get those things?”
 
“Night manager at the gas station downtown’s too lazy to card ponies,” Babs says around her cigarette, putting the pack away and pulling out a lighter. “He didn’t even look twice at me about it.”
 
Flicking the lighter, a couple sparks emits a flame the she bring the other end of her cigarette into it. Inhaling through the heat, she pulls back and exhales a cloud of smoke through her nose. The smell of burning tobacco causes Button to cough a couple times.
 
She puts the lighter back in her pocket as she looks out toward the city herself. Ever since she found this place, it had been a nice little place to chill for a bit. Somewhere to get away from it all, if only for a few moments. She’s happy she’s able to share it with the colt she’s been coming to know so well.
 
Or at least she’d be happy if he didn’t keep looking around like somepony was going to jump out at any moment.
 
“You need to just relax,” Babs comments.
 
“Sorry…” Button says. “It’s just… what if we get caught?”
 
Babs takes a drag of her cigarette. Taking it out of her mouth for a bit, she blows the smoke out down and away from Button.
 
“If somepony comes by, don’t worry.”
 
“But what if they see us?”
 
“What if they see us? What do you think they’ll do?”
 
“Uh…” Button’s ears droop back as he looks downward.
 
“Button, let me tell you a little secret, okay?” Babs asks.
 
Button’s eyes go to her as he nods.
 
“The truth is… nopony cares.”
 
He raises an eyebrow out of confusion. “What?”
 
“You heard me. Nopony cares,” she puts the cigarette back into her mouth. “Somepony walks by, sees us, they’re not going to stop. They’re not going to come up, take us down, then tell on us. They’ll just keep walking and not even remember us by the time they get home.”
 
“Really?” Button asks.
 
“Yep. It’s the same for a lot of things. Can you remember the last time you saw somepony trip in front of you?” Babs asks.
 
“Uh…” Button puts a hoof to his chin as he thinks.
 
“Or the last pony you saw walk into a wall? Or enter a room, look around, then walk right back out?”
 
After some time, Button just shakes his head. He knows he saw these things happen at some point, but cannot recall a specific scenario.
 
“There ya’ have it. So the next time you’re worried or embarrassed or somethin’, just remember. Nopony cares.” Babs turns back to admire the city. “Nopony important, anyway.”
 
Taking some time to digest Babs’ words, Button finds himself nodding again. He actually notices somepony walking by underneath them. However, they do not look up, either because they haven’t seen them or because Babs is right.
 
He begins to smile as he turns back to the view that Babs had brought him here to show.

Great art, mate.