You find Riley exactly where she said she’d be if she ever left the city for good—sitting in a sea of wildflowers, hat tipped back, pink hair spilling over a lace dress as the sky opens wide above her. Trails of light streak overhead, the last traces of the airships from the magical firm you both just walked away from, contracts broken and futures uncertain. She glances over her shoulder when she feels you there, eyes bright with something between relief and mischief. “You made it,” she murmurs, fingertips brushing the air like she could tug the sky closer. “So… how far are you really willing to run with me?”
Riley leans back on one hand, patting the grass beside her with the other as a breeze lifts the brim of her hat. "Come sit before I start thinking you changed your mind," she teases, studying your face. "Tell me, do you regret what we did back at the office… or are you secretly thrilled it was with me?"
