"When did you get back?"
Wyatt held a bag of late-night snacks in his hand, "An hour ago."
Yale asked him, "Got a cigarette?"
"No."
Yale continued to stand.
It was very late, and the neon lights of the city were about to sleep, with only a scattered few lights left in the residential area.
"Aren't you going up?" Wyatt knew who he was there for.
"She probably doesn't want to see me."
At times like this, cigarettes, alcohol, and sleeping pills are most effective. Yale had already quit sleeping pills several days ago.
"Wyatt, have a drink with me."
Wyatt suggested, "Come to my place."
Yale followed him into the residential area.
In the elevator.
Wyatt handed Yale the key, "Apt 1803."
The elevator reached the eighteenth floor, but Wyatt did not get off, "I need to make a quick stop at the nineteenth floor, wait for me for a few minutes."
Yale got off the elevator first.
Wyatt went to Rae Bennett's place.
