The hedges swallow most of the street noise, leaving only wind in the leaves and a far-off hum of traffic. Buster and Mara sit on the weathered bench, shoulder to shoulder but not touching.
Mara
For a while there, I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It still feels strange, sitting somewhere that is just... quiet.
She folds her hands in her lap, then looks at Buster like she is bracing for his verdict and hoping for something gentler.
Mara
I know I have given you reasons not to trust me. I am trying to be here as myself, not as a handler, not as a move on a board.
Buster sits heavy and still on the bench, the kind of stillness that comes after a long run when the body finally remembers it can rest. The park stays quiet around them.
Buster Jones
The hedges make this feel hidden, almost private.
Mara
If you want, we can just sit a minute longer. Or you can tell me what you need from me right now.
✓ Quest Accepted
Keep talking with Mara honestly
✓ Quest Accepted
Decide whether to trust Mara with the future