“Well, I used to be a waitress.” Claire explained to him. They were pretending, which was nice. Still she couldn’t help but wonder if it was okay to be herself here. In their world they were hunted and treated like animals…just because they were special, it wasn’t right. But maybe here it would be okay to be what they were.
“And how about you Pete, what do you do? What are your dreams?” She asked him. This was nice. He was sweet to be helping here and all, and they could look after one another. She seemed far older than her years sometimes, because of all she’d been through.