‘You worked things out then?’ she asked, stretched out long and lithe on the blanket beside me.
I plucked at the dead leaves beside us. Focusing on their half broken frames. Better them than her.
She took another drag and raised an eyebrow.
‘Tomorrow,’ I promised, just like I had the last time we were here, naked and damp with the dusk closing in around the empty windows. Teenagers had tagged the insides of the building until all you could see were curses and slanted signatures scrawled across the concrete.
I don’t have to look to know she’s frowning.