"Hey, they're nice suits. As far as the Segway..." Naea shrugged as the car reached the floor of their destination. "I never really bothered to mess with it. I think it involves leaning forward a little."
She produced the key to the apartment, unlocked the door and swung open the door while flipping the light on. "Have at it. Most of the stuff is in the bedroom--down the hall and on the left." Some weird weight lifted from Naea's shoulders. It wasn't all gone--not yet, but the failed relationship was giving up its ghost, all the same.