˗ˏˋ ─┈┄ TRACK FOUR : ‘ summer streak ’ , LINE ( S ) : “ take the red line home , find a seat beneath the window . pass the same four hundred streetlights , watch the city streak by . ”
spencer much preferred traveling by train than jet . they would never admit it , but they hated experiencing turbulence on ... any flight , really . it always freaked them out despite the fact that there were only about seventy to ninety plane crashes amongst the thirty - eight million global flights a year . spencer knew that . they knew that . and yet …
and so trains it was . the way they saw it , there were far more benefits for them . were they trivial benefits ? sure , but if enjoying the gentle rocking , the rumble of the tracks , and the space from their teammates was a crime , then spencer thinks they wouldn’t mind facing that trial .
oh . when had olivia started speaking ? a soft red tint slowly rose to spencer’s face as they shifted so they were facing their fellow agent now rather than the window . they hadn’t meant to get so caught up in their thoughts that it was now taking a moment for their brain to catch up with the world around them .
“ uh , s — sorry , what did you say ? ”