Chapter 3
Flynn groaned and made his way toward the sliding doors. He was hoping that the butterfly would feel the breeze outside and get out of his penthouse. It had probably sneaked in when he returned home from the restaurant earlier. He continued to stand outside on the balcony while looking at the butterfly, but it seemed content to remain inside. After a while, Flynn gave up, but he decided to stay out for a bit. The air was refreshing, and it was fun to count the people strolling past the building seven floors below him, either individually or in groups.