Reeves
I take the stairs to the level below almost as a reflex. It's a habit I've adopted, a customary visit to Nia before heading out. It's one of our things, one of our many things, that is. I'm bathed, donning Jake's unofficial uniform, all black attire, though I'm not even working this evening. I'm meeting Jake for some stuff that he wanted me to help him with, and we'll probably hang out at the bar. There's a pretty cool local band playing later.
I think about the new rituals we've developed, Nia and me. It brings the pull to my lips, the one I've been constantly wearing lately, to lift even higher. It's been a while since I either ended the day or began a morning without saying hello to her and hanging out together. It will be a lie to say I'm not more than enjoying it, waiting for
