They stood at the door, both hesitant to enter. It seemed pitch black inside compared to the colorful evening sky.
"Can I stay awhile?" Alex asked. "My room doesn't have a balcony."
"Sure. Let's watch the sunset." Bobby closed the laptop and shoved the papers into his binder. He pushed the little table aside and they sat.
"I wish I had a deck at home - although," she said, scooting closer, "I don't think the view is as nice as this."
He hesitantly stretched his arm across the back of her chair. "And it's cold in New York."
"Yeah, no complaints about interviewing a prisoner in San Diego in December."
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