Lance sat down on the bridge, admiring the pleasant scene before him. His feet dangled off the edge as he started counting the lily pads in the pool beneath him. A gentle breeze carried through the willow trees.
"This is a beautiful place," Kyla said, standing on the bank. "I didn't think you'd choose this place for a meeting."
"I guess I'm a complex person. Monet was always good with his bridges and his lillies."
"So what did you want to talk about?" Lance looked down at the lily pads.
"Delilah is starting to become suspicious. She's asking lots of questions."
"Go ahead and tell her then." Lance looked at her.
"You think I should?" Lance said.
"You'd have to tell her sometime. Besides, she probably wouldn't believe you anyway. I would have called you crazy before I became a runner."
"It would sound lame though," he said, looking back at the lily pads.
"True, but the inevitable 'I told you so' is worth considering."
"Thanks Kyla."
"No problem," she said, turning to look around. "This is a pretty place. I might come back here sometime."
And with that, she jumped out of the painting.
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