And then, as luck would have it, he comes to a stop at their destination -- the foot of what appears to be an abandoned factory, every inch of visible brickwork covered in graffiti. Dylan glances up at it, briefly, before returning his attentions to Josie.
"And I'm kinda late for a rehearsal," he tells her, almost sheepishly. He's not trying to get rid of her, just explaining why they're here, this his space as it was his father's before him. "If you wanna come up ... "
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And then, as luck would have it, he comes to a stop at their destination -- the foot of what appears to be an abandoned factory, every inch of visible brickwork covered in graffiti. Dylan glances up at it, briefly, before returning his attentions to Josie.
"And I'm kinda late for a rehearsal," he tells her, almost sheepishly. He's not trying to get rid of her, just explaining why they're here, this his space as it was his father's before him. "If you wanna come up ... "