Edwin’s POVThe rooftop of the Meridian was empty except for us.Daniel had booked the entire space,no other tables, no waitstaff hovering, no ambient chatter from strangers. Just one long table set for two near the glass railing, white linens catching the last gold of sunset, candles already lit even though it was barely dusk. The city sprawled below like a glittering map someone had spilled ink across,river black and silver, bridges strung with light, towers punching holes in the sky. A low jazz trio played from the far corner,piano, bass, brushed drums,soft enough that the notes felt private, meant only for the two people who’d paid to own the night.I stood at the railing for a long minute after the elevator doors closed behind me, wind tugging at my shirt cuffs, trying to remember how to breathe normally. Daniel had texted the dress code earlier: No tie, Dark jacket, Something you feel good in. I’d chosen the charcoal blazer Ruby had found at a second-hand shop last winter,simp
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