"You're giddy," he said playfully as they walked down the street. The town was still quiet and heavy smog hung in the air, but it looked friendlier in the daylight, some doors of shops opening for customers.
"You don't know me well enough," he said playfully, ruffling her hair. "You can't make those bold claims."
"I don't believe you're serious," she said stubbornly. "You want to find it as much as I do, just to get away from me."
They approached a bar. The door was open, and a worker was sweeping out the front stoop, but she looked up, squinting slightly. "Can I help you?"
The girl snorted, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, well... the mayor has something from all of us, doesn't he?"
She looked at them strangely, her brow furrowed. "Y'all aren't from around here, are you...? Yeah, he's the mayor. Mayor Harris."
