At six o’clock in the morning, the horizon of Los Angeles has already seen the white fish belly, the gray clouds have faded away, the trees on both sides of the street are withered and ruined, and sometimes pedestrians walk past quickly, stepping on fallen leaves and making noise.
The floor-to-ceiling windows in the apartment offer a panoramic view of the scene outside. The man sits on the sofa, looks slightly at the gray outside the window, and taps his fingertips on the phone screen.
The coffee on the coffee table was hot and filled with fragrance.
The door behind him was pushed open, Troy walked into the house, smelled this rare smell, frowned, “What’s the situation?”
He came to see the coffee in front of the man, a little surprised, “Why do you get up so early?”
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