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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams —> Outside Police Station – Chicago, IL
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While Cassiopeia settled the shop cats, I waited by the car, flipping a coin and watching passerbys. A few women stop to admire, and even a man or two. I wink at them all, a shameless flirt and open for anything.
A door slams shut and I glance back. Cassiopeia stands there shaking her head. She turns and locks the shop up. 

[color=#006400]"There was a time when you enjoyed my flirtations," [/color] I reminded her. 

[color=#DB7093]"That was a long time ago,"[/color] she reminded me. 

I chuckled and opened up the passenger door for her. She passes by me and I help her inside. 

[color=#006400]"Aye, but I think about it often, [I]mon amour[/i],"[/color] I whisper. She rolls her eyes but I don't miss the slight tinge of pink that now graces her cheeks. 

Cassiopeia is one of my longest friends and we have an even longer history. I followed her to Chicago from South America, having grown bored of the scene down there. We had been here for about ten months now, but I got us working for the police. I often did consulting work for law enforcement no matter where I was, but I wasn't exactly tied down to the work. I often up and left, growing bored easily. 

It was silent for some time while we drove. I wove in and out of traffic. A vehicle like mine wasn't meant to stand still and drift along.

[color=#DB7093]"Do you ever miss Scotland?"[/color] she asked me. I glance over and see Cassi watching the world pass her by. Her hands are in her lap but they grip each other tightly. 

I smile gently and reach out to touch her hand with my fingers. Slowly she relaxed them and intertwined our fingers. 

[color=#006400]"I think about it often. I enjoyed our time there and our time together, but I don't dwell on it. We needed each other differently then than we do now. This is a good path we are on. Better."[/color]

[color=#DB7093]"I know,"[/color] Cassi says with a nod of her head. [color=#DB7093]"I suppose I just miss how it was. How easy it used to be, even though I wasn't in a good place. Everything just seems so complex now."[/color]

[color=#006400]"That's called growth [I]mon amour[/I]."[/color] She hits my arm again and I chuckle, planting a kiss on her hand as I pull up to the police station. I park but stop Cassi from opening the door. She frowns at me.

[color=#DB7093]"What?"[/color] She demands. 

[color=#006400]"Nic is here,"[/color] I say and gesture towards his bike. Cassi sighs and relaxes back. 

[color=#DB7093]"I told him to talk to the police again. He must have come straight here."[/color] I nodded in agreement, but we couldn't go in while he was here. He would confront us and know more was going on if we showed our faces.