" What are you thinking?” he asked in a disarmingly gentle tone.
“That the city looks different depending on whom I’m seeing it with.”
He nodded easily, as if this same thought had occurred to him.
“I notice different things,” I continued. “Like with you, I pay more attention to the details of the buildings – the textures, the colors, the people standing in front of them. The reflections are different.”
“Reflections?” he asked quietly.
“They are.” I watched our bodies morph and distort in the window of an empty bank. “You’re there,” I said. “That’s how they’re different. "

― Jessica Hawkins , Come Alive (The Cityscape, #2)