❝ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ❞
“Well ain’t you a friendly one?” Jerome laughed, turning hishead towards the masked man who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. “Butsee, I like talking. Always got something to say – even if doesn’t mean anything.” He giggled at thenonsensical nature of it, tilting his head at the stranger. “You here to be acultie?” he asked. “Got the look of one, for sure.”















