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EVELYN SAT ON THE TRUNK OF HER CAR RIGHT NEXT TO RYAN. Her cell phone sat between her hands, her eyes locked on the front door to their building. "He could suffocate," she huffs, a frown evident on her features. Ryan nodded his head, his own eyes locked on their boss pacing in front of the building. "Michael is suffocating," he stated.
"What if Dwight is passed out?" she asked, turning toward the blue eyed boy beside her. "What if he's just choking on the smoke and dies?" Ryan grimaced. He wasn't used to hearing Evelyn so pessimistic. "He'll be okay," he told her. "He's a survival expert basically. A small office fire isn't going to kill him."
She knew that he was right. Dwight would probably outlive all of them. However, it didn't ease her worries. "Do you want to talk about Michael?" she asked, hoping to tear her away from her dark thought process. His shoulders tensed at the mention of their boss. "Or we could play our own game. We never got around to Would You Rather."
"Would you rather stay in Scranton or go back home?" he asked, stunning the girl. Her eyes widened at his question. "You're not pulling any punches," she joked. He shrugged, cracking a small smile. "Okay, um... Well, I've made some pretty good friends here, but it would be nice to see my parents more."
Her head tilted a bit to the side. "I think I'd stay in Scranton," she concluded. "As much as I love my parents, my hometown was pretty shit." His legs began to swing slightly. Satisfied with her answer, she began to think up her own would you rather question. She wasn't in the mood, really, to get deep with Ryan.
"Would you rather... be able to fly or go invisible?" she asked. Ryan snorted. He should have known that her questions would be like this. Fun and exciting, and a bit childish. He turned back to the building, pursing his lips in thought. She waited for his answer with a big smile.
"Invisible," he answered. "I feel like it has more advantages." She scoffed. He turned to meet her skeptical gaze. "If you could fly, you'd never be late to anything ever again," she reminded him. He merely shrugged his shoulders. "But if you can go invisible, you can get away with a lot more."
Her head tilted to the side, a challenging look in her eyes. "Like what?" she asked. He leaned back, head tilted up at the sky. "Well, for one, you could eavesdrop. See if anyone is talking about you behind your back. And you can avoid people so much easier."
"That could come in handy," she hummed. "But don't you think it would be fun to fly?" He shrugged his shoulders. He had his answer locked in. He was positive she couldn't change his mind. "Come on. Imagine the sights. You could see the whole world on your own time. At no expenses."
