Take me

The curator hardened.

"It makes sense that they'd have one."

Reginald replied, "Absolutely they had one. I saw them dump everything in the trunk, and as soon as they hopped into the passenger doors, the vehicle took off."

"Did you discern a license plate number, or can you describe the car?" Eve inquired, hopefully.

That would actually clear Ethan from any crime.

What do I comprehend about vehicles? Nothing. It was broad with four doors and a huge trunk. I saw the shade of a man in the motorist's seat. He must have been gigantic with vast shoulders. He filled the space.

Morgana clenched her maw shut and let go of Eve's hands. She opened her sights and mumbled, "He's gone."

Ethan and Eve halted at a coffee store after dropping off Morgana. A lovely sunset tinted the sky over the Citgo figure, so they found a seat subsequent to the window.

Ethan swirled his coffee and mumbled, "I guess this could be deemed our first genuine date."