*Lucas*

As expected, Sasha was early. She stood up from the bench on the platform, having waited for me, and I waved a greeting.

She wore another sweater and a pair of jeans, but I still remembered what was underneath that sweater. I wondered if she was wearing another sports bra or if she’d chosen something more… frilly. Maybe lacy, partially see-through….

I paused and squeezed my eyes shut. We had a mission, and that ...