Soon was nearly nine o'clock. Jack tacked a note on his door for Kal and carried a blanket, an ice chest with cold drinks and the bag of food he'd purchased from the Chinese restaurant two blocks down.
On the roof, he spread out the blanket on a swept area of the roof, near a couple of lawn chairs in case they'd rather sit and watch the stars. The bag held takeout containers of chow mien, egg rolls and fried rice, with eating utensils and handy wipes. He set it all in the middle of the blanket and wandered over to the ledge to look over and see if he could see her arrive.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
