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He kept a slow pace to match hers. Something had changed between them. Myra wasn't ready to accept it but she couldn't deny, his presence didn't bother her as much now as it did before. Moreover, she surprisingly wasn't worried about anything. She kept asking herself, 'what is wrong with me? I should be worried about my team. About contacting them. It's more than 4 days. I can be suspected, disowned, declared dead but I can't seem to care about it. These days feel like a relief, a vacation I didn't know I needed.' Her subconscious contradicted, 'it's a vacation that you needed or him? Is it his presence that is making everything so interesting? Are you loving it?' She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts. "So, automobile and weaponry ha? Weird combination?" She asked after the awkward