Morning Run-In || [OPEN]
The sun was starting to rise, the warm orange and yellow rays were peeking through the spaces and alleyways between the buildings and tall skyscrapers of New York City. People were bustling on the sidewalk; pouring into coffee shops and were sipping on a steaming paper cup as they exited; disappearing into the stairwells that emptied into the mouths of the underground subway stops. The sound of Leo’s sneakers hitting the pavement kept a tempo for the chorus of car honks that was beginning to swell in the still cool morning air. This was Leo’s favorite time of the day. His night shift had ended an hour prior and he felt wired. A early morning run was just what Leo needed.
He had made a few rounds around Inwood Hill Park and was heading back to his apartment. One of his old grey PT shirts was clinging to his skin, sweat rings around the neck, down his back, and drenching the sides. Leo glanced down at his watch as he rounded a sidewalk corner and collided with something. No-- someone!
“Holy shit, I’m so sorry,” he exclaimed as he pushed himself up off the gritty concrete and quickly stretched his hand out to pull the victim of his careless behavior up.