“Romeo,” Alfredo said, not looking up from his onions. “You paint another sky, the whole wall will float away.”
Romeo smiled under his respirator. “Then you’ll have a window.” romeo 39-s blue skies alfredo and nikita
That night, the sirens didn’t wail. No evacuation order. No drones. Just the three of them: Alfredo humming an old aria, Nikita snoring like a busted radiator, and Romeo brushing the last stroke of cerulean across the plaster. “Romeo,” Alfredo said, not looking up from his onions