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He shrugged. "I don't know. What's your family like?"
"The fact that Romero knows my grandmother is enough to be a plot twist."
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't interested," he said honestly.
Her brows furrowed slightly out of concern, but otherwise she pretended not to notice for the time being, for his sake. "Me too. We're like...
He folded his hands, watching her thoughtfully. "You know the story of my life. I don't know anything about yours."
She nodded slowly. "I think so. Let's go."
He followed her, sitting down. The door closed and they started off.
She laughed lowly as they waited for their train.
The car door opened, and he offered his hand to help her in.
She could help but grin, trying to conceal it to keep a serious face. "That's right."
He nodded, heading outside.
She looked thoughtful. "No, you're right. The intimacy of a road trip is sacred."
"Well we can't just walk," he said stubbornly. "That's just bad taste."
She grinned. "This is like a road trip, but there's more people and neither of us are driving."
He rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, let's go. There is a car waiting outside."
"We're leaving early with a purpose," she said. "Investigation."
He flushed as well, turning his head slightly to conceal it. "You don't look stupid at all. You look fantastic. You're just not used to seeing...
She looked over at him. "It's with a purpose."
He was quiet, watching her thoughtfully. After a moment, he finally spoke, a small smile on his face as he tilted his head towards her. "You look...
She grinned, rolling her eyes. "Sure."
