Gabriella
“Thank you for walking me home," I said as I fished the house key from my handbag.
Damien peered around at the other houses on the street. All of the condos were designed in the image of old brownstones, tall and slender, each one unique enough to differentiate where one ended and the next began. Trees with baby leaves rustled in the breeze. Distant sounds of televisions and music seeped from open windows that glowed with interior lights. Despite the cool temperature in this climate, this was the time of year when many opened their windows at night. The warm days could quickly elevate the temperatures on the second floor. Having an open window at night made for a fresh, comfortable, and cooler bedroom.
Placing the key in the pocket of my dress, I turned and leaned against the
