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She shrugged, looking out the window. "They..." She paused before laughing slightly. "It's stupid. They didn't like my running. They wanted me...
"Ooh. You're cute when you're determined," he said smoothly, opening the compartment door.
"Oh. Well... my mother is a doctor. Pediactrics. My father is a lawyer," she said, rubbing her knuckles nervously. "We don't... we don't get along."
"But maybe he didn't actually know her," he said as they boarded the train. "Maybe's it's a big old coincidence."
She seemed uncertain, but settled, folding her hands in her lap. "Okay, well... what do you want to know?"
He laughed out loud, lowering his arms. "Just like detectives. Maybe we'll uncover a plot."
She looked over her shoulder at him, raising one eyebrow as she turned to face him. "Oh. Well... do you want to know? It's not very exciting."
He stood up, looking over at her. "I'm actually kinda excited," he said, stretching. As he lifted his arms above his head, she would see his...
She looked out the window in interest, her hand curled against the edge.
It didn't take long. A lone whistle came in the distance. "Is that it, do you think?"
She gave him a smile before taking his hand, getting in the car.
"Oh my God, you're the worst," he said comfortably, nudging her playfully.
She followed him, looking over her shoulder.
He laughed out loud, raising one eyebrow. "The intimacy?"
"No, I agree," she said, tugging on his arm. "Come on. Let's go."
"So, really not at all like a road trip?" he proposed.
She laughed slightly, tilting her head. "A car waiting outside the bunker. We're fancy tonight, Abel."
"Ah. I admire your spirit."
She laughed slightly, looking up at him. "You can't put a kangaroo in a ball gown and say it looks fantastic. The two ideas don't match up." She...
He looked over at her curiously. "What do you mean?"
