"We could go to a park. There's one not far from here." Nothing bad ever happened in parks. Nothing except for what horrors one couldn't perceive in the dark, what flimsy tendons pricked themselves with drugs, and what violating monsters crept up, hands first, from underneath where shadows stuck their claws.
At least, the sort of parks Mo would go to. In this city, she certainly hoped things were different.
"I wasn't sure where to go. I just needed out of the apartment. It gets too warm. No air conditioning... what is your apartment like?" She wondered. The way the devil wonders how Heaven has changed since the fall.