Liam stood confidently on the edge of a weathered rooftop, his eyes scanning the ground below. The building was three stories tall—not exactly a skyscraper, but still high enough that a fall could snap bones if you landed wrong. The morning air was crisp, the sun barely pushing past the low-hanging clouds, casting the city in a pale, cold light. Wind blew around him, ruffling his dark hair slightly.
Down below, Lana stood with her arms crossed, a white parka wrapped tightly around her curvy frame. The jacket was the same one she'd worn yesterday. Her hair danced wildly around her face as she tilted her head upward and shouted, "Liam! Is this really necessary?!"
Liam grinned from above, that damnably charming grin that made it hard to stay mad at him. "This will work, trust me!"
