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She was leaning against a wall, her hands behind her back as she chatted lightly with a man next to her, who was standing next to her, his whole...
"I have been told that I have a cushion-y shoulder," he agreed.
She went off separately as well.
"But I'm not lying," he said as they left the compartment.
She grinned at him, squeezing his arm before letting go. "Okay. I'll see you soon."
"You don't have to believe me."
"Stupid name," she said lightly. "Should we split up?"
"What possible benefit would I have in lying?"
Her eyes were bright with excitement and she rubbed his arm, bouncing a little on her heels. "Oh my God. Okay. What first?"
"You most certainly did. You slept on me."
"Oh, I'm still dying inside. But a change of scenery, Abel! It's exciting!"
"Nah, it's fine. You just used me as your pillow."
She got out, taking his arm and looking around in excitement. "This is so cool!"
He laughed out loud, standing up. "Okay, then."
She gave him a cheeky grin. "Born ready."
"Are you telling me this isn't right?"
She sat up, looking out the window excitedly. "Is that us?"
He laughed out loud. "So I was right?"
"I would never do something like that," she said lightly. "I need to keep my wits about me."
"I think so. This seems like a place a spinster would live."
