Prologue

'Hi. I'm Tristan.' He held his large hand out for me to shake.
'Avery.' I replied and shook it.
He leant against the side of the building, puffing smoke out of his mouth. 'So, what's a beautiful thing like you doing in a place like this?'
'I'm running away.'
He cocked his eyebrow. 'Oh really? What from?'

'Everything.'