"I grew up in the city," she said. "Just.. more on the outskirts, I suppose. My parents are good people." **** "Right. We're not that."
"Older or younger?" * * * Val sighed, tugging on her hair. "I don't know. Maybe try to find another news distributor..."
"Hm.." he began thoughtfully as they entered the restaurant. The lighting was warm and easy, with brick walls and various greenery decorating the place. "I have a reservation for Davis?" he asked the host quietly. She paused, pressing a few buttons on her computer before nodding. "Yes, table for two. Right this way." They began walking and Arlo turned his attention back to Callie. "How much younger?"
"Wow. I only had a brother and a sister," he replied as they were sat down at their table. "Can I get you anything to drink?" the waitress asked pleasantly. Arlo looked at her expectantly. * * * She sighed, leaning back in her chair. "Well, that's always a possibility. To be honest, I'm surprised they haven't found us yet."
"I'll have a water as well. Thank you," Arlo said and their waitress nodded before departing. "Did you get along well with your siblings?" * * * Val hesitated before nodding. "Yeah. It is. Last night there were some people coming back to the hotel... I don't know; I think they were drunk. Anyways, they started banging on my door, telling me to let them in. It took me a couple of moments to realize that I wasn't going to be dragged out of bed never to be seen again."
"Oh, yeah. My sister and brother and I got along really well," he said thoughtfully. "My parents always really enforced sibling love. No tattling or anything like that." * * * She seemed to snap out of it, shaking her head slightly. "Don't worry, Landon. It's just my overactive imagination."
"Eh. It wasn't so bad. And, like I say, my siblings and I really got along." * * * "I'm fine," she repeated reassuringly. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine."
"Ivy and Lawrence. Plus myself." * * * She laughed, although it sounded tired. "Jesus, don't be sorry, Landon. You didn't do anything wrong."