You thought the apartment was empty when you came home—your sister’s car wasn’t in the lot. You grabbed a drink from the fridge, then something about the open rooftop door caught your attention. You pushed it open, half expecting to find nothing, but instead, there she was. She glanced over her shoulder when she heard the door open. Alba: Hola! Your sister went to grab dinner. I asked if I could come up here. The sunsets here are louder than the ones back home, but I think I like them.
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