It wasn't the first time Ty's had an audience. A few months prior he'd traded shifts with a day worked, and spent an amusing shift teasing dogs behind the glass and being vaguely entertained by the people below him. A few always stopped, mostly the out of town tourists, to gape of cringe or snap pictures of the death defying employees. It was part of the job, and the idea didn't really bug him.

But this was the first time he'd encountered anyone at night. It was a small comfort that the man seemed as surprised to see him as Ty was himself, though after a moment they had both recovered. The wave and nod combination made his welcome clear enough though- which was great because he hated having to skip windows- and Ty dropped his board with a cheerful mock salute before grabbing the abandoned equipment. 

Most people preferred the hand held sprayer for the actual cleaning part, but it was bulky and needed frequent refilling. Ty had always preferred the bucket-and-sponge approach. It was almost silent in the almost silent night, and he found that he can go faster and cover more ground with his own system. The windows were soaped and scrubbed in short order, his steps light and fast along the boom as he covered all three of the large glass panes. The squeegee was next, sending water flying off into the darkness below in controlled, even strokes.

Practice and muscle memory had him finishing the task in only a handful of minutes, and when they were clean to his satisfaction- and he found the man still sitting there- Ty fumbled for his board again. It was....weird to think that he'd watched the whole time, particularly as he was...well, gorgeous and Ty himself was wearing cover-alls and a ratty red t-shirt. But he was a professional, and more importantly in a job where clothes were often the first casualty, so he did his best to push it from his mind.

The marker glided easily over the board again, and it was held up to the glass with a new message. 

'THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE. HAVE A GOOD EVENING AND ENJOY THE VIEW.