she 's like a machine if you feed her data . we were in a dead sprint , closing the gap between us and metal wall . go stand over there and open the door when i tell you . i peek out at him , then slowly ease my body from behind the door . i had one hand shoved deep in the pants pocket of my black suit while i tugged at the charcoal-gray tie that felt much too tight around my neck with the other . he looks back at her in the mirror . my knees tremble at the thought . 