Robert thought that only happened in fairy tales. What he wasn't aware of was how sensitive women were to facial expressions, body language, and voice inflection. He could've spoken gibberish but if it was delivered the same way, she would've reacted in the same way.

That was the kind of stuff meant for someone else but not for him. Heck, he didn't even have romantic feelings for the girl. She was like his best friend's bratty little sister, which he treated like his own.

But it seemed the shit was out to get him.

That was the way it seemed for him.

He was sure Amanda's disappointment would haunt all his dreams.

Robert was so discombobulated he missed the tram doors. They closed. Amanda looked over her shoulder to see if he had followed her. Then he saw her face.

Not a trace of doubt in his mind. He had to do something.

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With the tram speeding up, he wouldn't catch her if he tried.

He thought their relationship was more or less a given thing. He was her bodyguard. It was a professional relationship. They weren't a thing.

But it seemed she wasn't thinking like that. The more he thought, the less he understood. Oh, damn.

Should he even try to make her see reason? What was the use of trying?

All he could find in her face was pain.

She wanted sunshine, but it was all in vain.

Robert slammed the emergency brake button. He would explain it later, but catching the runaway heiress was reason enough. He opened the door's upper panel and disengaged the closing mechanism. With minimal effort, he opened the door. The moment a gap wide enough formed, he crossed into the liminal void.

He climbed onto the tram cables and then hung underneath it like a sloth. He slowly slinked along the cable, trying to reach the station. The spot where the tram stopped was over open air. His punishment should he fail to get to the station was a hundred-feet fall. He swung and jumped over the station doors, sliding along the floor and earning some bruises. He healed himself and then sat down to meditate.

Amanda was just a couple of yards away. He sat with his back to her and tried to calm his mind. How could she be so immature? He didn't want to read books, or even sleep. He focused all his mental energy on figuring out this puzzle, but he missed a key element. He tossed and he turned, and he dreamt of what he needed, but that was the wrong song.

Then he saw her face.