“Where to?” Clara asked.
“The roof,” Evelyn answered with a giggle. “Best place to take off from.”
“Always thinking,” Clara said.
They walked on in silence to the elevator. When the doors slid open, the biscuit led on. As the car went up, Evelyn wrapped her hands against Clara’s side, before leaning her head against Clara’s shoulder.
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