Chapter Twelve
Adrian
The rooftop has a table with six chairs, a few stools, lights hung from one edge of the roof to the other, and a grill in the corner next to a small garden that appears it was probably used in the summer months. One of those standing propane heaters near the seating area takes the edge off of the chill of the autumn night.
“Is the entire building welcome up here?” I ask.
Ethan slides a chair down and sits. I do the same.
“Technically yes, but it’s pretty much just ours. At least we seem to be the only ones who hang out up here.” He leans his head back and stares at the sky.
“What do you do?” I ask. I’d like to veer the conversation as far away from Sierra and him dating as I can.
“I’m a writer at a small magazine called Mars and Venus. Blanca and I write articl
