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    “Still impressive.”

    “No, I’ve been lucky enough to avoid that.”

    “Thanks for the tip.”

    “I’m two murderers?  You have to admit, that’s pretty impressive for one person to pull off."

    “No.”

    “Summer squash.  But I’d be careful shoving food up there.  I heard about a girl who used a cooked hot dog once and it snapped off inside her.  Had to go to the hospital to take it out.”

    “...okay.”

    “It’s actually really great.  No goals, no stress.”

    “My own.  It’s weird to put on other people’s pants.  I don’t recommend it.”

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     He watched her go, unable to keep a smile off his face – rewarded when she glanced back to wink at him. There was no way he wasn’t following her; he was too intrigued not to, but he waited two minutes before getting up, leaving his blazer over the backrest of the seat so the bartender wouldn’t think they’d run out on the check. Corbin crossed the large, open floor and headed into the hallway where the bathrooms were, hoping as he slipped quietly through the door that there was no one besides Bina in the women’s room.

     Stopping just inside, his eyes landed on her, stood by the sink, lipstick in hand. She met his gaze in the mirror.

   “You wanna tell me what we’re doing in here?”

    Bina's eyes met Corbin's and she couldn't help the small smile that crept up her face.  He asked what they were doing in there and she wondered if he was truly unsure, or if he just wanted to hear her say it.  She turned to face him and reached around his body to lock the bathroom door.

“I don’t know like…it’s hard to explain. Maybe it’s just me being weird with people.” 

    “A common side effect of living underground, I’m sure.”

“Nah, I just had a burger from Joe’s truck,” he answers. He does still, make his way to the fridge to get a cold bottle of water out. 

“So what’s in the package? ‘Cause Warner was being really weird about it. I’m not sure I understood him fully because his words do that running together thing, but I think one of the statements went ‘ ask ‘er, ‘f y’think she’ll tell ya,’“ Angel adds, mimicking Remi’s voice before he took a drink of water.

    “Weird how?”

“True but like, got to make sure you know? You act like people getting snatched up is unheard of in this city,” Angel answers as he closes the door behind him, making his way into the kitchen. Once he does, he takes the envelope out of his pocket and slides it on the table next to her plate before he took a seat across from her.

“One Remi Warner delivery for ya.”

    “Sure, but typically not in broad daylight.”

After Angel had finished his “food poisoning,” as Remi had called his delicious lunch, he decided to go ahead and visit with Bina. He makes his way down to Bina’s house. He knocks on the door twice before he opens the door, poking his head in. 

“Binaaa? Ya home?”

    Bina was halfway through the sandwich she’d gotten herself for lunch, sitting at the kitchen table of her uncle’s old house when she heard the double knock on the door.  She’d unlocked it earlier, expecting Angel to show up at some point after Remi texted her to let her know he’d passed off his delivery.

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   “It is,” Corbin agreed, placing his glass back on the table as Sabina pulled out another coin. He listen attentively as she spoke, doing his best to conceal his surprise when she divulged to him the detail about Remi’s father. Probably that had been the source of… if not animosity, then at least distrust between them.

   “I’m very sorry to hear that.” It always broke his heart, the tragedy people went through – and reminded him how fortunate he had been, in a way. At least up until he had joined the Crybabies. Joined the fight against the Government, up to his ears in death and destruction. He still couldn’t understand why his parents had wanted that for him, but he knew he’d never ask. Sure, it had opened his eyes to the realities of the world they lived in, but it had also put him through a lot of pain that he might have been shielded from in ignorance.

   “Would you like to keep playing?” he asked, offering up a small smile in response to her own.      “Maybe we can play something else.” Sabina lifted her hand from his thigh, and a moment later he felt the tap of her fingers as she walked them upwards. Corbin reciprocated her smile more genuinely, raising his hand that wasn’t leaned on the backrest to the side of her face, running his thumb with a feather-light touch along her jaw.    “What did you have in mind?”

    Bina tapped her fingers against Corbin’s thigh one, two, three times as she smiled at him.  “I’m going to get up and go to the bathroom.  I’ll be in there for exactly five minutes.  If you decide in a minute or two that you’d like to join me, we’ll play the new game.  If you don’t come, then I’ll return with a fresh coat of lipstick, finish my drink, and come up with something new for us to do.”  She slid out of the boot, smoothed down her dress.