When Luna was sitting at the window of Peitho and Hermes luxury apartment, she was so above (and insulated from) the sounds of the city that she forgot they were everywhere. From Willβs rooftop - much closer to the streets than her own place - she could hear the rush of cars and their horns, the barking of dogs, the shouting of people enjoying (or very much not enjoying) their afternoon.This rooftop was far more like what sheβd been used to in LA.
βLooks like a place I used to live,β she told him with a nod as she looked around, thumbs hooked casually into the belt loops of her exercise pants. (She had never worked out who the hell was wearing a belt with their work out leggings.) βExcept with less crackheads.β