“Okay, fine. I lied. Let’s go.” I take his hand and take the stairs to the rooftop. It’s only one floor, so he doesn’t have time to question it. “What are we—” He stops short at the sight of the picnic rug, pillows, and candles. It’s the best I could do on short notice. The area is barren apart from some old pieces of junk piled on the southern side of the concrete roofing.
