Timothy | @The Royal Pizza | train w/ Anastasia
The man stood too, putting on his helmet. A plane ticket would be appreciated. he said through the voice changer in the helmet. He checked his belt for the metal detector scrambler (obviously stolen) and found it right where he'd left it. He braced himself with the seat as the train lurched to a stop. Alright. Where to now, Russian hero girl? he asked. Oh, and how'd you know I was in school? he said.

Timothy | @The Royal Pizza | platform w/ Anastasia
The man climbed the steps alongside Anastasia. Oh wow, I guess I need to stop acting so covky then, huh? Could you guess my major too just by how I acted? he joked with an eyeroll. His hand went to his belt again, feeling for anything missing. Everything was there, of course, he'd only done that out of habit. He saw the car and got in quickly, clicking the seatbelt into place just as swift.

@The Royal Pizza | Car w/ Anastasia
Timothy
The boy didn't feel like he fit into this moment. He looked out the window awkwardly. He wanted to avoid looking anywhere near the Russian girl so he could stay the least amount of embarrassed as possible.

(Sorry so much for the short/late reply! I've been a bit distracted)

@The Royal Pizza | Car w/ Anastasia
Timothy
The blonde continued looking out the window. He honestly couldn't tell if after the flight they'd even ever talk to each other. He blew on the window and traced a few geometric lines in the fog before it faded away. He thought about all the work he'd missed in school, the possibility of multiple writing assignments and reports looming in his mind. He flinched at the thought of doing that on top of trying to work on the novella he had to finish by the end of the year.