“No, you didn’t. Bronze maybe, but you know.” She lifts a shoulder, a small smirk playing at her lips. “Hey now. I haven’t been reduced to bronze in years. Okay, maybe I should have followed you home.” Her smile is wide, but she turns away, looking back with only her eyes. “Seriously, thanks. Sometimes it is kind of scar—” Meyer’s head snaps up, her eyes narrowing out the front window, and then in a rush, throws the door open and jumps from the cab. “Hey, what—?!” I shout, quickly rushing out after her. What the hell? She pretty much runs forward. “It’s okay, let me get you settled, okay?”
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