#buildingfalls

     “i want to make up for keeping you here.”  he sets down a brown bag,  big and heavy,  on the coffee table before her.   it smells savory,   though the smell of coffee set beside it balances it well.  “i brought you your favorite breakfast.”

     it’s nine at night,  but bruce hopes she likes it anyways.   he sits beside her,   expensive leather squeaking under his weight,  brushing against her.  

“are you working on a story that won’t have a contract put out on you?”

lois says she’ll smack his hands if she sees him doing it