A playground on Bryce Road

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"Small things... Well, I like the rain on a tin roof - has to be tin though, and the little yellow buttercups and their reflections when kids play with them, the busker that usually plays guitar on the corner there, um, getting out of town and going to the beach at 2 in the morning to see the stars.... annnd"

For a brief moment when she spoke it sounded like she was referring to growing up here on Manhattan, something that puzzled Bryan. It was just yesterday that Stephany had mentioned being born and raised on planet Pittsburgh, which to Bryans memmory seemed to have no water to speak of, let alone beaches. In any case Stephany seemed to be very familiar with this place. Which left Bryan with two possible conclusion. That Stephany was hiding something about her upbringing, or had simply chosen to omit seemingly unimportant information. The other possibility, which was the far more likely of the two, that Bryan was once again over-analysing her choice of words and needed to relax more.

"Well, I guess you will have to wait and see for the rest."

Stephany, whether she was aware of it or not, had gained complete control of Bryan's smile. Her charm beginning to warm the heart of this harderned undercover detective.

"What about you, you must have some little things you enjoy in life. Cant all be spare time and work."

"Well... " Bryan tried hard to think of something other then firearms and hand to hand combat training, both of which he took great personal pride in. Then he remembered his favourite pasttime since he was a young boy.
"I like to go for a run whenever I can. doesent really matter where, at the beach, down the street, sometimes jogging through what's left of the natural reserve here on Manhattan. Nothing beats the feeling of being totally disconnected from the world... I find it helps clear my mind, and lets me focus more on what I really want"
His eyes softened as he studied Stephany, watching carefully as she casually bit down on her lip, and removed hair from in front of her eyes. Her eyes had siphoned away all his rational thinking by this stage, leaving only his intrigue, and the bitter taste of the lies he had fed her.