Anabeth looked at him as he got into the car. She listened to his compromise and she understood where he was coming from. People would talk and think they were more <We use to be.> her thoughts ran through the images of the memories that unlocked themselves of all the lifetimes she had found him and they dated. She took a deep breath.  "Cofee after I'm done at the office sounds good." she told him. She needed to know her answers and now she had to wait until the end of the day for them. She sighed and shifted the car into reverse to back up outbid her spot and pulled off to the rode.  She kind of drove at a moderate speed so that he could capture any photos he wanted. Then they got to the rehab center. "So I'll just touch bases and then we will get to the photo taking." she said and grabbed her bag. She showed her bag to the front desk clerk and just kept walking. She was good at her job and took care of everything before hand so that she didn't waste any time at all. She knocked on the room number 207 and waited.