Sep 20, 2020
@theloisjlane
Clint saw her sitting on the steps as he walked up to the apartment building. Lucky was by his side, pleased as punch that he was home, both of them munching on a slice of pizza. Clint took the last bite, and tossed the crust down to Lucky, then wiped his hand on the front of his shirt.
“Hey there,” he said. “You don’t look like the usual clientele I get for this place. You looking for an apartment?” he asked, tilting his head.