Drew loved to walk around Summerview at night. As soon as he'd left work, about half an hour ago after he'd closed the store, he'd started wandering. He never knew who or what he might run into, and that was part of the fun. He was walking along, faded, ripped jeans on point and vintage Clash t-shirt tucked into it, when he heard singing. He was still in the shadows, but as he got closer there was enough ambient light for him to see. Jaime. Perfect, he thought, a smile already on his lips as he approached.