Jasper Sterling

The plateau is empty now except for the two of us and four hundred billion stars, which sounds romantic until you factor in the wind chill.

shifts the edge of the blanket toward you without making a production of it

You know, statistically, most people have gone to bed by now.

pulls up the chart on his tablet

I want to show you something before the window closes.

stops, recalibrates

It is something I found. I have not really shown anyone. Is that alright?