10
Agathe tucked her laptop into her work satchel and turned her mind to the darkening sky outside. The day was over, and Melbourne called. She loved the cool autumn nights, the way the streets wound down after a busy workday, only to welcome excited theater goers onto the wide, shop-lined pavements each evening.
Soon, she’d step out there, too, the city’s lively character on full display, complete with whirring trams and various scents wafting out from bustling restaurants. If she were truly lucky, she’d see her favorite Peruvian band busking the streets. She’d give them a few minutes of her time and offer a handful of coins before returning home to warm tea and a scandalous book.
A dull thoong turned her attention away from the office exit and in the direction of the building’s courty
