"You must be the guy my dad talks about, right? Nice suit!"
Peter turned suddenly at the unexpected voice, not expecting to find himself under the scrutiny of a teenage girl. At least not out here on the streets in the middle of the night. He leaned back, trying to discern the meaning of her comment. Usually when fathers talked to their daughters about guys running around the city in spandex, it wasn’t very complimentary.
“Uh... nothing bad, I hope?”








