The echo of awkwardness
It felt like a guilty pleasure, as if it was okay in the grand scheme of things, to be at that dark place, getting a massage in a shady shop hidden far deep in the maze of a mall. He was sent there not to fraternise with the hires, but to keep a lookout for the hooded girl, and yet the protector saw it fit to be enjoying himself on the chair under the pavilion set inside the hidden shop over the nightbridge and starry mini lake. 'Surely she was doing fine', he thought, not gi