Vance POV
We peel out of the treeline of the forest.
I pause to let her go ahead. A flamboyant picnic set up at the nose of a cliff, untouchable at this height with a godly sight of the jeweled landscape and the town set alight, warding off the darkness of night. Kelsey goes to the blankets and the forte of cushions and pillows, eyeing the selection of gourmet appetizers and the selection of alcohol decked on a long, low-lying wooden table.
"What happened to not calling people to do stuff like this for you?"
I raise an oblivious shoulder.
