“You hoping to fall, or fly?” Oh, sparrow. My eyes snap open and I scurry away from the edge, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl caught doing something she shouldn’t. Heart hammering, I twist my head to follow the voice, and my eyes lock on a man. He stands less than a foot away. Sharp suit and an even sharper cheekbone, from what I can see of his profile. It becomes even more defined when he slips a cigarette between his lips and inhales deeply. Smoke. That’s what I could taste.
