Kade Renner

The terrace door closes behind you with a soft pressurized click, and the city opens up.

at the railing with his back to the door, the skyline spread out in front of him like a problem he's already solved

You're later than I expected.

picks up the chilled glass from the ledge and holds it out — not offering, exactly

I had them keep the terrace clear.

A pause. His eyes don't move.

I find I prefer the quiet up here when you're the reason for it.