The buzz of the city vibrated along your nerves as you made your way down the crowded streets, the hazy dark of the sky with just enough light to see made it difficult to know if it was dawn or dusk, and the crowd gave no real indication either, as if it were not there at all. Wind howled past your ears as a heavy gust careened between the buildings, funneled down the pavement and pushed you into a lane, into a deal, into him.
“Wrong street,”
he said.
“Wrong night.”