Sage isn't happy about the kiss, I can tell, but I ignore him as we pull into the next town and hunt down a train station. It's easy enough to find. And this time, I go to the ticket booth and buy tickets.
The smiling attendant gestures at the map before me. "Where to?" Her Austrian is crisp and aristocratic.
I answer in English, my American accent firmly in place. "Spain," I say.
"By way of Wilhelm," Sage cuts in. I glare at him but he shakes his head. "You promised we could see it before we went home, remember?"
I'll kill him later. The attendant hands over the tickets after I pay her. "Have a pleasant trip," she says in heavily accented English.
We board with the other passengers, the two seats across from us empty when the train pulls out of the station. I toss our bags across, pu
