Andro's POV:
Walking out of the bar, I pull a hand on my pocket and grab the poisonous box hidden within.
While making my way towards the rooftops, I accidentally bump into a guy, making him hiss in pain from the hard contact.
Not bothering to apologize due to the stress the previous conversation with Austin caused me, I stepped into the elevator and waited as the floors 'tinged' till I got to my destination.
The roof was always quiet and clean, two characteristics I appreciate a lot.
Besides, the panoramic view of LA's busy streets was undeniably breathtaking, being able to capture even the slightest of details form up here.
Bringing a cigarette to my lips, I let the white stick contaminate my body as I sucked on it, feeling that unmistakably sensation of content and then disgust as
