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She frowned. "He has something of mine. I'm trying to get it back."
"Where are the stairs?"
She nodded slightly, glancing around. "We're looking for someone named Caelen Harris."
He looked up at the store as they headed inside. "How do we get where we need to be?"
She laughed slightly, but continued walking.
He glared at her. "What? No. Stop it."
"I don't believe you're serious," she said stubbornly. "You want to find it as much as I do, just to get away from me."
"I'm not mean," he said stubbornly.
She squinted at him. "You're joking."
He folded his arms. "Right."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah right. We're just gonna ask around a bit."
"I don't have to explain anything," he said with a frown.,
She huffed, but it seemed lighthearted. "So do you know this Harris guy?"
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you now?"
She laughed. "No, I'm not."
"I've been in town long," he said with a frown. "I don't go out for recreational reasons much. And I usually go to the farther store."
She laughed, raising an eyebrow at him. "What? No. Sure, things may get repetitive, but I'm not unhappy."
He squinted. "Which store is it? Can you lead?"
"Okay," she said, moving to follow him when he walked. "We're like detectives."
He sighed in defeat. "I think it is, too."
