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Evelyn managed with a steady voice. "I would like that very much. Should we say — the Botanic Garden around 1 O'Clock?"
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across her cheeks.

"Oh," she said, the word coming out softer than she intended. She looked down at the book cart, then back up at him with a small, genuine smile. "A walk?"

She gave a decisive nod, a little too quick to be entirely poised. "Yes,"
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Evelyn’s entire train of thought, which had been focused on a hasty and dignified retreat, derailed completely. Her breath caught in her throat. He wasn't just amused by her fumbling; he was gracefully stepping past it with an invitation. The gentle warmth in his smile sent a fresh blush blooming
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Ptolemaic texts, but the theories themselves are quite captivating. What would your program involve, and where do you intend to travel?"
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She glances at him, her expression turning more earnest. "You have most certainly captured my interest. Please, don't get ahead of yourself on my account—I find I am very keen to catch up. You mentioned sacred geometries? It's a subject I've only touched upon in certain
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She falls into step beside him, her initial curiosity now blossoming into genuine fascination. "And why shouldn't you start a program? The most revolutionary fields of study often begin with a single, passionate mind. It sounds like a rather noble pursuit, Dr. Gardner."

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"Made it up?" The admission draws a delighted laugh from her, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "How wonderfully audacious! Though I must admit, 'Chaostician' is certainly more evocative than, say, 'theoretical archaeo-mathematician'. It has a certain ring to it."

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//: I owe more replies and should get to them tomorrow!
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She then lowered her voice with genuine curiosity. "Tell me...of all the things you've retrieved from these... iniquitous men... what was the one object you were most tempted to keep for yourself?"
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give it credit for, even with the thrill of a heist as a benefit." Evelyn leaned forward, head tilting to the side ever so slightly. "Though I'm sure my colleagues at the British Museum would have a fit if they knew the methods."

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"It seems this 'colleague' of yours was a very wise man. He saw a particular set of skills and aimed them at a righteous cause, rather than trying to erase the past that forged them."

She met his gaze, her own eyes alight with a newfound respect. "It's a far more noble profession than you
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As Evelyn listened, she took on a new look of profound fascination. She set her cup down slowly, her fingers tracing the rim as she processed his story.

"So, the boy from the thieves guild in Cuba becomes a protector of history," she mused, a small, genuine smile forming.
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A sly grin tugged at his lips.

"I will try to keep my restless hands away from any less noble acquisition. No promises, though."

Val brought the mug to his lips and took a sip, brown greenish eyes set on her.

"It started as less romantic, really. I used to work for a thieves guild back in Cuba +
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A slow, wry smile touched Evelyn's lips, erasing the remainder of her embarrassment. She picked up her coffee cup and took another sip while pondering his words.

"Well, if you're so convinced you deserve a slap, who am I to argue with your own assessment?" A playful glint entered her eyes.

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//: Working my way through replies! Sorry it took so long, I was moving house 😭
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A train thunders in, a plume of steam trailing behind, and the crowd swells. She takes a steadying breath and waits, knowing any moment now her companion, Dr Jones, will appear.
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floor catch the early light to a point where it is almost blinding. Evelyn ignores the twinge of nervousness in her stomach. She’s always tried to be punctual, and today feels far too significant to risk feeling otherwise.
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businessman scanning the schedule, the cluster of students beside a mountain of luggage. The air smells faintly of coal, bread, and citrus. She checks her watch, glances back at the broad entrance—waiting, eyes sharp for any familiar face amid the crowd. The magnolia and cobalt tiles of the
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fares, the shrill whistle of an engine somewhere down the line.

Evelyn stands in the middle of it all, suitcase upright, her satchel hugged tightly to her side, looking distinctly out of place in the rush. She watches the ebb and flow of travellers: a mother shepherding her children, a
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steady hum of movement fills the air as travellers begin their day. Marble pillars rise toward a ceiling patterned in intricate mosaics, the great iron trusses overhead holding shafts of dusty light. It is met with a myriad of sounds: porters calling out destinations, travellers arguing over
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Evelyn produces a modest grin despite the sheer excitement she felt in her chest. "Very well then, Dr. Jones," she accepts his hand, offering a firm albeit gentle shake. Tomorrow, platform three—don’t be late."

The morning light filters softly through the tall windows of Ramses Station, where a
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cleared her throat and took a small step back. "In any case, I should get back to work before I head home. I may...see you around?"
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"I...well...perhaps we might—" she blurted. "I only mean—ah—a different conversation, another time."

Her gaze flicked to the ceiling as if she may find better words to use, but they offered nothing but irrelevant Latin.

Realising she was teetering perilously close to sincerity, she
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turning to face a shelf, and adjusted a stack of books that did not require adjustment.

"I'm glad you’re back," she added softly before shaking her head violently. "No— I meant— it is good to see you again." She risked a glance at him and offered a delicate but poised smile.

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Evelyn managed a small, crooked smile, fighting to maintain her usual composure. “You’re quite generous with your praise,” she said, her fingers idly tracing the spine of a nearby book.

Suddenly, while looking into his eyes, she could feel her pulse quicken. She forced herself to look away,
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You must tell me, does this 'retrieval' work of yours have you outwitting nefarious collectors? Or is it a bit more... straightforward?"