Leo slid onto a stool. The vinyl squeaked.
“1247.”
The skyline was a mouth of steel and glass, chewing up clouds. Leo had imagined this moment for months—the big move, the fresh start, the jazz of new beginnings. But reality didn’t play a soundtrack. Reality played the hiss of brakes and a distant siren. New in City -v0.1- By DanGames
Leo buried his face in his hands. The coffee steamed against his palms. “Great. Perfect. Fantastic start.” Leo slid onto a stool
Welcome to Meridian. Population: too many. Friends: zero. the fresh start
He laughed. It came out rough, surprised, like finding a dry sock in a wet shoe.