@esradurmaz
"You don't call, you don't write." Not that he took much out of his own time to reach out to Esra, a friendship that had blossomed in perhaps one of the most unruly of places and didn't extend much beyond it. "I'd say I'm offended, but.." He shrugs, settling into the harshly lit streetlight just beyond her place of work. The late hour wasn't surprising, the woman he knew worked non-stop, the pattern of predictability allowing him to keep up with her whereabouts more recently. It was, after all, how he knew she'd be here late. "You look like you could use a drink."















