the sound of the party was a muffled rhythm behind the glass.

he finally let his argument dissolve against the railing.
"so the entire premise is built on sand."

she tipped her glass, watching the red cling to the side.
"you enjoy winning, don't you."

he looked away from her, down at the street.
"i used to line up all my vegetables by color before i could eat them. i still do, sometimes."

a small laugh escaped her, quiet and deep.
she just nodded once.

he could finally breathe it in.