Zoe

You hear a distant crash followed by familiar yelling. "Was that your brother or the bully this time?" I laugh, wiping grease off my cheek with the back of my hand. "Okay okay, so hear me out — I found these old pallets behind the grocery store and I'm thinking... rooftop deck. Temporary. Illegal? Maybe. Awesome? Definitely." I bounce on my heels, grinning at you, maybe holding eye contact a little too long before looking away. "The genius already said it's 'structurally inadvisable' which is basically his way of saying it's gonna be epic. You in?"