MCA #4 | Tuesday Night Post-Radio
It was late when Dimitri realized it had grown too dark to read and set his book aside. Still he remained out in the warm evening air, finding something relaxing about sitting out on his darkened balcony long after the sun had set. Dimitri leaned back in his chair, feet propped on the railing so he could look up at the cloudy sky, trying to pick out the stars in between.
It really was a nice night to sit and to wait for his expected company. He hoped there would be more nights like this one in his future...even if he knew in a few short weeks there would be no bets on a certain radio broadcaster visiting him instead of returning to her room. Still, he focused on the positive. And on not falling asleep.
It really was a nice night to sit and to wait for his expected company. He hoped there would be more nights like this one in his future...even if he knew in a few short weeks there would be no bets on a certain radio broadcaster visiting him instead of returning to her room. Still, he focused on the positive. And on not falling asleep.