Just seeing her was like stumbling across vestiges of a past life, similar to finding a photo album of a family vacation you`d long forgotten. Almost like their relationship had happened to someone else.
She wasn`t the type to give up, not even when it was probably the smarter choice.
He was one of those people who firmly believed that the world was engaged in an overarching and continuous plot to get under his skin and make life difficult.
She was immediately confronted with a firewall. No suprise there; any company worth their salt had a decent one in place these days. Legend had it that the only one hackers had never managed to infiltrate was Coca-Cola; supposedly that corporation spent a fortune keeping their secret formula secret.
"Do you know how to hot-wire ?" Noa stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk, pulling up short so quickly that a guy into his midthirties nearly crashed into her. He tossed them an evil look as he wove around, mumbling about punk kids. "Why would I know that?" she demanded. Peter shrugged helplessly. "I don`t know. I just thought that maybe..." When he didn`t continue, she glared at him and said, "Maybe it`s something they teach in foster care?" Peter looked wildly uncomfortable. "I thought maybe you`d picked it up somewhere." "Sure. They teach it right before lock picking and after mugging."
"So what are you thinking? Go in guns blazing?" "We don`t have guns." "Right, that`s a problem."
"What if there are people in there?" Peter sounded worried. "Then we run like hell for the fence." "That`s the plan?" he asked incredulously. "I didn`t say it was perfect," Noa grumbled.
The fact that she was already living away from home made him keenly aware of their age difference. Funny how it hadn`t seemed like a big deal when she was a senior in high school and he was a junior. Now it was like she`d leaped ahead of him and joined the league of adults, and he was left behind at the kids` table.
When your stuff was constantly getting stolen, you learned quickly not to develop attachments to it.
He hated this part of dating, constantly trying to figure out what the hell the other person was thinking.