“I’m ready for the day to be over,” Mena murmured. She curled over her knees, arms crossed and chin resting somewhere in the mess of wrists and knees and sleeves. She let out a low breath and it lifted her bangs off her cheek.
Dest smiled sideways at her. She had thrown her legs out in front of her and crossed her ankles while she leaned back on her hands. She was sprawled, but that wasn’t really much different from slumped.
“Lucky you,” Dest said. She nodded across the houses to the red, yellow, pink striped horizon. “The sun agrees.”