"The train station. It's not far from here," he said, laying his own napkin across his empty plate. "I can take you there, if you'd like."

Sliding from the booth, he pulled out his wallet as he made his way to the register near the front. It was a clumsy process, counting out unfamiliar money, but he'd grown more accustomed to it over the last couple of weeks.

Besides, it gave him a much needed reprieve from sitting across from her, having her look at him as if she could see right through him.