The cab door closes, and it speeds off, leaving a cloud of smoke in its wake.
Day stands on the street, rain hitting his face, drenching his clothes in minutes, and yet he doesn't move his feet.
He shouldn't have come. It seems that tonight he is on a roll of bad choices. He doesn't know why he is even listening to Marcus, following his directions, but here he is.
The flimsy clothes he has on cling to his body, wet and making his body temperature drop fast.
Day looks up at the tall building. It's made of glass, with the night light looking all black.
He hasn't been to this part of the city yet, but he can see that this is the upscale side of it. nothing surprises him, but he can't help but feel that the more he hears about Travis, the more mysterious he sounds.
The more he craves to get closer, know more, be with him-
"Gods," Day mutters, eyes still up, looking at the building. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"
