gcdfreywrites:
Most days, Flint was convinced the rooftop was his only solace, an irony that was not lost upon him, given that he lived all the way in the basement. It was the place he brought his guitar, where he could easily clear his head while he watched the sun rise. Normally he was alone, able to spend a few hours before people wandered up, but when Wyatt appeared behind him and sat down quietly, Flint made no move to put the instrument down. “Good morning, Miss Dayton,” he spoke in a soft voice. “Fancy meeting you here.”
wyatt smiled as he continued to play, glad he didn’t stop as many people would have.”good morning. didn’t expect to see anyone see anyone out here this early.” she was on the roof very early almost everyday but rarely saw anyone. she liked the peace in the morning. usually she would be a little annoyed when someone disturbed that peace but not this time.