“What is wrong with you?” He asked as he ran after her, occasionally checking behind them to see if they were still being followed.
“Do you want the list alphabetically or chronologically?” she laughed, with that same little tone that got him to agree to being her look out on nights like this. How she wasn’t winded, he’d never understand.
“What did you do to piss them off?”
“Many things. Keep running.” She took a sharp left, and he skidded around the corner, almost falling over.
“Good lord.” He muttered.
“Oh come on,” she laughed again, “This is fun.”