The city’s streets were quiet. Tyra hugged her coat tighter, even though the autumn air wasn’t particularly cold.
Her pulse beat from anticipation and the excitement she was feeling.
The gallery loomed ahead, it was made of modern steel and glass.
She walked towards the gallery,there was a a sound from boots clicking to the ground.
She peeped in and Kyle was already there, casually leaning against the side of the building, looking impossibly calm.
His security uniform clung to him, and his badge glinted. He looked so inviting.
“You’re early,” he said with a low, teasing and smug voice.
“I’m… cautious,” Tyra mumbled, though her hands were shaking in excitement.
He smirked and produced a small key from his pocket. “Cautious? sure. Let’s get you inside, then.” His fingers brushed
