Jun 10, 2022
@bridgetpulitzer
“This is a big favor you’re asking of me, and I’m not sure I’ve taken it quite yet,” he adds over his shoulder, few steps leading away across the observation deck. Abandoned, secluded, one or two vines crawling up the cement. It’s not ideal for the project, but that’s not a point he’s willing to share with Bridget Pulitzer. “Why not share the old haunt?” His palms flatten against the railing behind him, an ankle crossing over the other as he nestles himself into her little world. “You’ve let me stay this long. What’s a few others?”