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Just sticking her tongue out in response to his twit comment, Lori was busy looking past him and at all the things they were passing. Stuff, stuff she had seen before, all stuff she lived near herself. And there it was, the way you took to get to the Burrows house. Breaking her gaze out of the window to look at him, Lori smiled and nodded. "Of course I know that. I'm too pretty to be killed anyway." She laughed and then turned to look out her own window. Not so much things she had seen before.
"Fine, twenty it is." She nodded and she swatted his arm again, for good measure, "You said twenty, twenty it is." And twenty it was going to be. Hehe.
She was going to let him go on now, he just didnt. Which didn't surprise her, but it did also. Weird. Never mind. Adam was probably thinking, her tended to do that alot. In her company anyways, hhe had never seen him in others company, not by choice anyway. She just preferred to be alone with him. "Yeah, thankfully you are." She agreed, and then fell silent as they passed a sign that took them into Bristol.
She shut her eyes from that point, and only opened them as the car stopp and he took her hand. "I... I guess it must be, right? Satnav lady said it was."
Adam laughed as he saw Lorelai stick her tongue out at him from the corner of his eye. He didn't recognise anything she was staring so intently out of the window at, having only been to London and Liverpool himself. But this might all be familliar to Lori, he thought. After all, she had her surname after this place.
"Yes, you are by far too beautiful to be killed," Adam nodded a few times. But he had no hesitation in agreeing with her, it was very true. She was the prettiest girl he knew, and that was 'nough said. Just like he was too handsome to die, but he wasn't going to say that. She'd probably call him bigheaded, and go off in a huff. And he didn't want that to happen. Not at all.
Yes, twenty it was, and by that time Lori was hopefully going to have forgotten about it all. So it'd be more like.... twenty-seven. Or eight. Depending on when Adam could be bothered going car shopping. Instead of arguing, though, he just nodded, and took his turn to poke his tongue out.
So this was what SatNav lady said, and Adam reached over his free hand to shut her off. Then he shoved the keys into his pocket and clicked his seatbelt.
"You don't have to do this, you know," he muttered softly.
"It's not too late to turn back...."