Ethan
The sun was setting, my surprise rescuer and I were enjoying a drink-nothing alcoholic-in one of the tiki bars hanging on a green cliff surrounded by a metallic fence. Some twenty feet down was a sea, we could hear the water howling with rage. From there one could see the entire western front of the city. It was beautiful. We were yet to exchange more in-depth words. So far it was the sound of our glasses hitting back the round table successively and an occasional yawn from me, exhalation and blow of air from my nostrils. But what's more important was the fact that I was feeling okay.
"You remember that one time we both escaped from home and came here to prepare for our very first dance?"
"Yeah, we didn't want to look like jerks at the party so we thought trying to drink will actu
