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“Do you ever listen to music when you walk home?” Eiza asked. He still wasn’t quite used to seeing her out of her coverall. Underneath it she had revealed some frayed jeans, a striped long-sleeved t-shirt that seemed far too cold considering the weather, and – of all things – a bomber jacket with an oversized fluffy collar. Still, it suited her oddly well, even though he could see her nose turn red and her breath condense in the cold evening air. “I used to. Haven’t recently.” He replied. Despite being somewhat preoccupied, he also felt a little heartbeat of anticipation. Eiza had not hesitated a second when he’d invited her to come home with him.