Art and good breakfast | Bradley&Alina
Luckily for Bradley, Alina's place was at least in the same district as him. If he was going to go anywhere to meet a stranger at a bit past five in the morning, they might as well at least be in the same borough of New York. He had no idea why he was doing this instead of forcing himself to sleep, maybe he was just restless enough and Alina was just sweet enough. And she was the one who mentioned him coming over right now, so if the girl didn't mind him showing up with the sun, he would show up with the sun. Finding her place wasn't too bad, the taxi driver didn't have much trouble with it being so early on a Sunday morning. He doubted very much any Churches were in service for hours and no one else ever did anything on Sunday mornings except maybe open their coffee shops and bakeries. Reaching her door, he smoothed out his jacket and knocked softly, looking around.Â















