provincetown. it’s been party central nonstop. this wasn’t necessarily ambrose’s scene. he participated in the activities, staying to himself mostly. he awoke in the early morning just before dawn and he stumbled up to the roof of cottage 3, his book tucked tightly under his arm. finally. some peace and quiet, he thought to himself.
ambrose open the door to the rooftop and in front of him was some leftover chaos from previous parties. empty bottles and cups were scattered along the ground. leftover plates and food were on side tables from the barbecue the previous night. he rolled his eyes and walked towards an empty chair free of debris. he let out a small sigh and breathed in the morning air around him. perfect. he was brought out of his euphoria by a small noise from behind him. he quickly jolted up from his chair. “uh... hello?” he said softly.
