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Riley was making her daily attempt at sneaking into the train depot like the highly trained badass spy that she was not. Usually it just involved humming the James Bond themesong and a lot of squatting behind dumpsters if she thought she heard someone before she could get the door open and scurry in to hide in her train car. But this time, she wasnât quite so careful. Another day of canvassing Beacon Hills for a backup second job had left her exhausted, and pleading to any god that would listen for Sinema to call her soon and tell her sheâd gotten the job there. Which is probably why she didnât hear the person approaching until he spoke, scaring the bejeezus out of Riley. Â
She let out a little shriek of surprise, which, to her astonishment, actually sent an old crate flying. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she realized that she had actually managed to use her scream! It wasnât in the direction of the voice, but the fact that it moved at all nearly made Riley forget to be afraid of whoever was there. Shit, someone was there. She whirled around to face them, trying to calm her rabbit-like pulse.  âOh my god,â Riley exhaled heavily, upon realizing she recognized him.  âTheo, right? I think I just had a heart attack.â Â














