Driving to 13th and Lane, she continued her mild complaint."Yeah, so he only likes music he happens on himself," he inferred from the passenger's seat when she finished.
"It sure seems that way," she said. "[My former boyfriend] had a different approach, he was more open. ... Or just more fake about it."
"Well, at least [your boyfriend at present] is sincere," he observed.
Never before seeing the situation as such, words failed her. That small third-party observation changed her entire perspective for sincerity could never be a fault in her eyes.
To the stars, to the stars,
to the silver scars that mark the night.
Alight! Alight,
and leave this silent world behind."To the stars! To the stars!" Le Loup
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