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Izzy didn’t realise she’d rested her head on Nick’s shoulder until about the fifth Tube station, but he didn’t seem to mind, so she didn’t move. She was still feeling the ill effects of last night, just a wee bit delicate. She dozed, too, until they had to switch at Tottenham Court Road, at which point she felt the caffeine kick in. She should have got a coffee to go, but they could do that once they got off the Tube. They stood, swaying against each other, all the way to Chalk Farm.
Izzy had been to Primrose Hill enough times that she felt confident enough in where they were going and made a slight diversion to the twenty-four-hour Quik Stop. Nick trailed her, looking a bit lost, while Izzy procured them bottles of water and chocolate bars to go with her coffee.
“Adventure supplies!
