*** Train Platform
We reached the platform just as another train rolled in, brakes whining, steam slipping around the tracks while passengers stepped off in calm, practiced lines—nothing like the outer district at all.
Even the noise here felt like it had a schedule.
We stepped into the VIP carriage again. The door slid shut behind us with a soft click, and for a moment neither of us said anything.
"That went well," I said eventually.
"It did," Evelina agreed.
There was a short pause, and then her lips curved slightly.
"Though I didn't expect you to enjoy that… particular part as much as you did."
There it was.
"I stand by what I said," I replied, settling back. "It was unexpectedly appealing."
"You're unbelievable."
"And yet, still here."
"Thankfully."
I couldn't help the grin that slipped out.
The train pulled away from the station and the city started sliding past the window again, buildings and lights smearing into streaks as we sat there in a quiet.
