Friday, The 14th
Late Night
GETTING OVER THE BORDER WAS EASY. EASY, BUT TIME-consuming as it was probably the busiest weekly instance of exodus from his country into theirs. Nobody ever grew upset at a person bringing money into a country. Scott had probably gone overboard with his plan to make himself as barely-noticeable as he could, but it was not any concern now as the pair was shuffled through the checkpoint with the crowd of people who wanted to use this nation as a party destination that they could wash off after the weekend closed. She was a bit more relaxed than when he had first met her, but he could feel an underlying paranoia, like she was being chased. Is that the feeling he gave off to her? It was doubtful she could ignore her own pervasive feeling long enough to pick up on
