"Where are we going, Amber?"
Leaving the construction site, Vance reflexively flagged down a taxi, but Amber pressed his hand down. "We're walking back. Class doesn't start for an hour and a half, and it's only a forty-minute walk."
Vance was shocked. "We don't need to save money that badly, do we? Amber..."
"It's called getting some exercise. Plus..." Amber tilted her head, scanning the area. "I want to get a feel for the layout of this district."
In five years, this neighborhood would become Riverport's newest affluent district.
She needed to memorize it while she had the chance. First, to gather mental data so Sharif wouldn't question her upcoming tech proposals; second, to remember exactly where she had been murdered.
Vance didn't understand, but he wasn't about to complain. A forty-minute walk, shoulder to shoulder with Amber? This was the date he had literally been dreaming of!
Tagging along today had been the best decision of his life.
"Sure, whatever you say. We'll get there eventually."
If they passed a coffee shop, maybe he'd buy two iced drinks, and they could stroll back looking like the perfect high school sweethearts.
Lucian had never gotten to do this with her.
Trailing behind them, Wade frowned. "What is she doing? They left the site but aren't taking a cab or a bus. Are they just wandering aimlessly?"
Monty shook his head. "Do you think she spotted us and is just messing around?"
Wade smacked him upside the head again. "You make us sound like the idiots."
"She's just a student. You think she could spot us? You watch too many movies."
Monty didn't dare argue, but he offered a suggestion. "Wade, let's just grab them now before they hit the crowded streets."
Before Wade could nod, the driver spoke up. "Wade, they just took the pedestrian underpass."
Following them in a van down there was impossible.
Wade gritted his teeth. "You, you, and you. Get out and track where they're heading."
The underpass had four exits, and Amber naturally took the one leading toward their high school.
Amber had walked this route countless times in her past life, but doing it again for the first 'first time' felt surreal.
Vance's mind was completely occupied by Amber. When she stepped left, he stepped left; when she stopped, he stopped. Even though he had a million things he wanted to say, he kept getting derailed.
Either Amber was grilling him on his memorized formulas, or she was asking if he genuinely liked Xanthe's cooking.
By the time they emerged, Vance hadn't managed to breathe a single word about his crush.
Just as he finally worked up the courage to ask her out for Sunday, Amber suddenly pointed and said, "Vance, want to play a game?"
Her eyes were sparkling like a kid who had never seen the world, staring straight at a retro arcade machine outside a small shop.
Vance was a little dumbfounded. Before he could even nod, Amber was already asking, "Excuse me, how does this work?"
The shop owner looked hesitant, seeing they were in uniform.
Assuming they were broke, Vance immediately whipped a crisp hundred-dollar bill out of his pocket and ordered, "Go. Get us some tokens."


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