The Park, Sunday Afternoon
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It was a good day to be outside. The island wasn't doing anything outrageous. The weather was lovely. There was no one Stark needed to hide from or avoid, that he knew of.
So he'd gone for a walk around stopped off for an iced coffee and a snack and then gone to a bench in the park to watch the birds at the pond and whatever else he might see.
It would have been a good day, he thought, for walking with a dog. He ought to go and see Prompto again soon at the shelter.
For now he had his own thoughts for company. That would be enough if no one else ended up in the park today but he hoped for someone to talk to who wasn't himself.
[open park is, of course, open]
So he'd gone for a walk around stopped off for an iced coffee and a snack and then gone to a bench in the park to watch the birds at the pond and whatever else he might see.
It would have been a good day, he thought, for walking with a dog. He ought to go and see Prompto again soon at the shelter.
For now he had his own thoughts for company. That would be enough if no one else ended up in the park today but he hoped for someone to talk to who wasn't himself.
[open park is, of course, open]