every day, when your work day ended, the same man would show up.

Sylus stood under the windows. Sometimes with flowers, sometimes with a stuffed animal, or with some other gift, hoping that at least this time you would accept him.

Everyone knew him as Skye, who has a fruit business.

But you knew that he was not from around here. In his territory, he is Sylus. The man who managed to escape from prison, the one who sells something other than fruit.

You work where they catch people like him.

But Sylus still comes here.

For you.