Ten Minutes (Or More)

“Nicholas, dear?”

“Yeah, Dia?”

“Get us out of here.”

“Okay.”

“...You can speed up. I can manage it.”

“Alright.”

“...That’s a big ‘ole sigh if I’ve ever heard one. A bit of a horsey noise. Neeeigh!”

“Please don’t do that, dear.”

“Didn’t mean to offend.”

“Tsk. Stop that, you.”

“Woah, I thought your hooves were a lot harder.”

“Well, they were softer when I still worked in a boutique.”

“Yeah, you’re a uh... ‘blue-collar mare’, now.”

“That’s not a bad thing, is it, Nicholas?”

“Not at all. I think it’s really great what you’re doing.”

“Mmhm. It’s just so tiring with all the...”

“Noise?”

“Mm.”

“You know, you could hang out with me during lunch. I just come back to the car. Better than the cafeteria.”

“Really? Is it not uncomfortable?”

“No. It’s quiet.”

“...I think I’d rather like that.”