Cynthia's knuckles turned progressively whiter as they drove home. A strange trill of unease kept bubbling in her stomach, out of place and sudden.  She found herself anxiously glancing Tracy's way a few times. Something was bothering him. Her mind started turning, her thoughts running away from her. What was wrong? What had she done? The more she tried to read into Tracy's change in mood, the more unseated her emotions became.<br/><br/>She pulled into the driveway, letting him get out before she slowly turned off the car. She stayed in the seat for a moment, mentally counting back the days. Maybe she was pmsing. She followed him inside, watching the wheels turn in his head. Something was definitely up; she had half a mind to ask him, it wasn't let her to fret<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>much, it would really just be better to ask--<br/><br/>""Hey, Cynthia? You sure you didn't know that guy? From the shop?"<br/><br/>She exhaled, some built up tension leaving her shoulders. "That's what this is about?" She nearly laughed, brushing past the couch to reach for the box of alcohol they had gathered from both their places. She was silent for a moment, popping open a near empty bottle of wine and splashing the last of its contents into a red plastic cup.  She had been ignoring the fact that moving here would mean questions. Tracy was inquisitive,  more than anyone she knew. He was sharp, too, sharp enough to never direct his natural curiosity at her past, and she had always appreciated that. But asking him to turn a blind eye about things happening down the street from his own home? That was pushing it.<br/><br/>"There's absolutely no chance he knows me from high school, Tracy." She took a gulp, sitting down besides him and offering him a draft. "Behold," she pointed to a small table, tucked into the a large, three-pained alcove. "The entirety of my high school. It's pretty big, huh?  He wasn't an ex or anything, I was homeschooled; I barely left this house." She plucked the glass from his hand, watching him as she took a sip. "Why?"