She offered him a takeout container before grabbing one at random. “It’s chaotic, Abel. That’s the beauty of it.”
(Yoop!) That night, they approached the factory. Abel had his backpack and the looked for the way in.
She moved quickly down the road, her hood pulled up and her steps quick and sure. He would be able to imagine her doing this same thing yesterday, without him, glancing over her shoulder nervously.