The following night was warm. Summer was close. He could smell it in the air. It was a dry smell, slightly suffocating, and added to it was the sickly sweet aroma of squashed figs, cooling off on the warm tar of The Lane.
“You came,” said Sebastian, stepping out of the shadows.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?” Evan replied.
“I wasn’t sure.”
Evan nodded and thrust his hands into his pockets. He had a habit of fidgeting when he was nervous. It was a dead giveaway.
They started walking, crossing Forbes Avenue to the sports field on the corner. The grass felt good beneath Evan’s feet, soft and cushioning. The spotlights were still on and across the other side of the playing field Evan could see the club rooms, full of people drinking and laughing.
“Looks like a party,” Sebastian commented.
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