Chapter 4
Keith walked around the tan brick-lined courtyard, cold gin and tonic mostly untouched in his hand, doing his best not to keep an eye out for Josh a good twenty minutes before they’d agreed to meet.
There were plenty of other distractions available to him, even in a small crowd of about fifty people. Discussions of the history of the old factory, including how you could tell where the bricks underfoot had come from by the way they were grouped together into a two-dimensional map. Chatter about the nightlife and dating scene in and around Atlanta, and how there was a scene for just about anything an adult human could legally be into.
A few people swam in the rectangular lap pool or lounged in the serpentine curves of what everyone called The Chill Pond. Keith had to admit he wa
