<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">The drive with him was pretty silent, uninterested in talking to him or arguing with him. She was mostly reluctant to talk to him because it lead to an argument usually and at the same time, he always seemed condescending towards, judgemental of anything that she said... But honestly, what else could she expect from a slayer who's job it was to kill and take down her kind. <br/>
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They soon arrived to what she assumed was his garage, or at least a shared garage and they pulled in, easily making their way to a labeled parking spot and settling his car there. The man killed the engine and she removed her body from the seat, stepping out and gathering her duffel bag, the strap hung on her shoulder and the stuffed compartment slapped over her back. Lydia shut the car door and walked around the vehicle to follow him to what she assumed to be an apartment.<br/>
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"Do you live on a level? Like, will we take stairs or an elevator?" She asked quietly, voice now monotone and her gaze roaming around the garage, eyeing the few other cara that occupied the space with a quiet sigh.</span></span>