Leo, sprawled on the other end of the couch with his feet dangerously close to Jake’s face, didn’t even look up from his phone. “Wi-Fi’s dead. Probably the whole grid.”
Not the gentle, pattering kind that cozies up a Sunday afternoon, but a biblical, cable-frying, Netflix-and-chill-is-technically-impossible kind of storm. The rain hit Jake’s apartment windows like a pressurized hose, and the wind howled with the enthusiasm of a dying animal. At the exact moment the protagonist in the show they’d been binge-watching was about to reveal the killer’s identity, the screen went black. Not a graceful pause. Not a buffering wheel. Just… void. broflix
“No, he’s going to think about jumping, then solve the case with a monologue.” Leo, sprawled on the other end of the