Sonny smiled warmly and turned motioning for her to follow him, thankful she said yes. “I hope you’re not afraid of heights.” He said before climbing into the elevator. “The only really chill place to smoke is the roof.” Sonny hadn’t been feeling himself the past couple of days he tried to ignore it but weed and booze weren’t exactly cutting it.
She arched a brow at the mention of heights before shaking her head. “Not one bit,” she said following him inside the elevator. Leaning against the wall, she made a face at him. “The roof? Are you sure we’re allowed up there?”













