|sunrise behind trees|
There’s a window in the café attic that leads out onto a small balcony just big enough to hold two people. If they like each other.
She and Evan, working the night shift, sometimes linger after closing, watch the sun rise.
On this morning, the peace and beauty is interrupted by the sight of a fledgling vampire she’d seen earlier in the cafe, on the arm of his sire.
He and Jax lock eyes as he edges from shadows into morning light. Before she can shout, he’s gone up like so much kindling, one flaming arm raised in a wave.
Sunrise needs no explanation.
Ever stayed up all night to watch the sun rise? It's a peculiar sensation. Dawn looks so different when you're seeing it from a not-having-slept angle. Rather surreal.