Roof, Saturday Evening

[withoutverona]

Romeo didn't feel like walking all the way into town to sit on the beach, not when there was a perfectly good roof to sit on just steps from his dorm. He had his notebook, a volume of Neil Gaiman short stories, and a travel mug full of hot chocolate. There was even an extra bag of marshmallows, so he could dunk them and eat them one by one.

But more than reading or writing or even eating, he was just leaning back on his hands, staring out at the lights of town and the canopy of stars above it.

[OOC: Open like a roof without barbed wire around it. And I am omgbored logging off and heading to bed.]