Deck, Sunday Evening

[withoutverona]

Romeo had passed most of the weekend in his room. He wished he could say he'd been doing something great, but, in truth, he'd spent most of it lounging on his bed, watching a marathon of Bruce Lee movies. He was pleased, when he finally emerged from the dorms, to realize it was a warm, mild night -- perfect for the picnic with Brooke that he'd won at the auction.

He leaned against a deck wall to enjoy the last of the sun as he waited for his date for the evening.

[OOC: For Brooke, but it's a public deck!]