"As you probably know, the timers on our wrists date back to prehistoric times. No one is quite sure when they started appearing. There are numerous theories about their origin, some of which that include aliens, curses, and gods." Val rolled her eyes slightly as she spoke, folding her hands in her lap.
"Hmm," Landon murmured, before speaking up. "I know it's not a journalist's job to put in their own opinion, but what do you think it is?"
"Personally? I'm really not sure," she said, crossing her arms. "My guess is that we just evolved like this somehow, in ways we just don't understand yet. I mean, maybe the soulmates would just produce really healthy offspring or something. I don't know."
He tapped his chin, glancing over to Callie, who was idly playing on her phone. "I don't know either. I've heard it's a real mystery."
Val leaned forward and flipped through the photos. "These are good," she said curtly. "We can submit them with the draft."
"Hm. We'll definitely need more for the final article. I have an interview with some leaders of these 'anti-timer' people. I can write down their responses while you take photos. Sound good?"
"Works for me," he said agreeably, looking down at his camera to mess with it. "Is this meeting thing over?"
"Unless you can think of anything further to discuss," she said, pulling out a black smartphone. "Here. Put your number in this."
He tilted his head thoughtfully as he took the phone and put his number in it before handing it back. "I can't think of anything else."
She slipped it into her pocket without giving it a second look. "Cool. The interview is at 5:00 today at the old train station. Meet me there?"
Landon stood, giving them both a nod. Callie looked up, tilting her head slightly. "It was nice meeting you both," he said. "See you soon, Valerie."
