C89 Eighty-nine

Dusk sets when we are at the hotel’s rooftop for our date. I throw a glance at a frowning Brandon, a smile forms on my lips, he is not exactly pleased with the delay I caused. He had to make calls, change plans and venues for our late lunch date to an early dinner.

Box lamps cast soft orange glows on the floor, helping the evening sky illuminate our path. My hand slips from Brandon’s