06-15-2018, 05:16 AM
Caspar had, like always, settled at a particular bench in a specific park. Dusk had begun to encroach, the final rays of sun vanishing over the horizon lined with towering skyscrapers and buildings; the city was huge, but that was beneficial for these rendezvous points. Caspar insisted for their parks to be different each occasion, just in case either of their little gangs would catch wind of the meetings. He didn’t get to see the other often, and it was difficult when the interests of their work were so... different, incredibly different.
A thick sweatshirt was donned by the small man — he huddled over himself, teeth chattering as the chill of passing wind seemed to grow colder with each passing second. A pair of light colored eyes search the park for the man in question. Caspar wanted to get inside less he catch a cold. He already hadn’t been feeling too hot for awhile.
A thick sweatshirt was donned by the small man — he huddled over himself, teeth chattering as the chill of passing wind seemed to grow colder with each passing second. A pair of light colored eyes search the park for the man in question. Caspar wanted to get inside less he catch a cold. He already hadn’t been feeling too hot for awhile.