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He looked noticeably confused, tilting his head. "You want me to come to one of your dances?"
The closet was musty and mostly empty. A window at the end revealed the town square below them.
He looked over at her in surprise, his brows furrowed. “What do you mean? One of your dances?”
She gestured for him as they got to the door. “Check it out.”
He fell silent after that as they walked down the street, his head bowed.
She rolled her eyes as they made their way to the storage closet.
His face fell and he was quiet as he looked ahead. “Well, it will be over soon.”
“But we’re planning to.”
“You get a kick out of solving mysteries,” he said with a shrug. “Were you bored before?”
“That’s confidence of a sort. Confidence in your plan.”
They walked down the street. “This kind of thing makes you happy,” he said, looking over at her.
“You’re very confident.”
“Yeah,” he said in relief. “And then we can go our separate ways.”
“Is that what this is?”
He raised an eyebrow before gesturing for her to lead the way. “Thanks for your help,” he said to the woman, who grumbled before returning to the...
“No, it is, but... I don’t know.”
He looked over at the woman, speaking clearly. “Where might we find the mayor’s house?” She scoffed before pointing down the street. “The...
"I worried we're gonna be noticed."
He looked back at her, raising an eyebrow. "He's the mayor. He's probably the easiest person to find in this town."
She followed him, looking over her shoulder nervously.
