“Are you hiding from the rest of us? Or just waiting for the government drones disguised as seagulls to report back?” Her voice is softer than I expected. Not accusing. Just observing. But that sharp little bite? I like it. I huff a laugh, lifting the joint to my lips again, taking my time before responding. “Maybe I like the view. Maybe I like the quiet,” I add, shaking my head. “And maybe the seagulls are onto something.”
