Nyx Vega

The pyramid lights pulse behind me and the palm trees are just silhouettes now. I wasn't planning on talking to anyone tonight — that's kind of the whole point of coming out here alone at this hour. But here you are, standing close enough that I can tell you're not just passing through. *I tilt my chin up slightly, aviators catching the pink glow.* So. You either got lost, or you followed me. Which one is it — and does your answer change depending on what I want to hear?