28: Party scatter II

Caleb doesn't stop on the ground floor as we begin climbing the stairs to the second floor. On our way upstairs, I bump shoulders with someone and then mumble an apology. A couple of steps forward I hear my name. Or I think I hear my name, because when I look back at the sea of people lining the stairwell and beyond, I don't see anyone I might know.

Caleb doesn't allow me to dwell much on what I think I heard because he keeps moving, my hand in his grip, and soon, we arrive at a balcony. Aside from the red folding chair and a small table by our left, the place is empty and the air is clear too.

“Hmm.” I look over my shoulder and then over the railing at the party downstairs. “It's a bit quiet here.”

He chuckles and takes a sip from his cup. “You're like an open book, you know.”

I scowl. “What's that supposed to mean?”

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