The late night sky, painted in dark hues of navy blue and sparkling with vague white glimmers of light, shone down bright upon the small luminite, awaiting his friend’s arrival. The smell of the ocean breeze below filled Spy’s senses as he sat atop the large building he had made his meeting spot with, well, him. He looked at the stars longingly, feeling his heartbeat quicken with each passing thought. What if Eon doesn’t come? Would he embarrass himself? God no…he can’t ...
