'If it isn't the man of the hour.'
"What are you doing here?"
"I didn't know rooftops were off-limits. Do I need permission to sit here now?
Kiah rolled her eyes.
"You don't. You're just not who I expected to find."
Anwyll arched a brow, lounging beneath the small patch of shade that shielded him from the blazing sun, while Kiah stood awkwardly nearby.
He tilted his head to the empty space beside him on the edge of the building. "Sit."
Kiah didn't move.
"I have snacks," he added, waving a plastic bag filled with something that looked suspiciously like chips.
Kiah sighed, then gave in and took a seat next to him, her legs dangling from the edge of the tall building. Her gaze wandered down the great height, unfazed. After spending many nights on rooftops, her fear of heights had mostly gone. Sitting on the edge of a collapsing building wasn't scary anymore.
