They sat there silently for a while, the only change being Paul's subtle movement closer to her. Finally, however, he sat up and said "Want to go get something to eat?"
Hammer jumped a bit. She had gotten used to the relative silence that surrounded her as she sat on the park bench. She'd been thinking of how she intended to run away from Paul--"her man's" effect on this body was beginning to alarm her. She only wanted to stick around for the next few days so she could prepare to disappear into some different life far away. Having lost the medallion, she could not hope to get a new body, but she could make due with what she had.
"Hon?"
"Oh, sorry," she said, leaning back and appearing deceptively comfortable in Paul's arms. "I was just...lost in thought I guess."
"Mm. Anyway, want to go out for lunch? I'm buying."
"I suppose I can't refuse free food."
Paul laughed in a manner that Hammer found momentarily endearing. As she silently berated herself for allowing this body to affect her so, Paul was saying "Good to know, Sarah. Does Little Tokyo Express sound good to you?"
Remembering her body's well-documented love of Japanese food, "Sarah" consented. A short drive later, the girl and the man who thought she was his girlfriend were sitting in a booth together ordering sushi.
The conversation with Paul proved to be fruitful. He was a sentimental idiot who, every five minutes, would spout a phrase starting with "Remember that time when....?" Every time, Hammer would smile and laugh along and "remember." Lunch came and went. Paul commented on her apparently larger appetite, but chalked it up to "Sarah" not eating breakfast that morning. He doesn't suspect a thing, Hammer thought to herself. Paul drove them back to his house, chattering all the way and generally not noticing anything odd about his girlfriend.
They entered the house, Paul taking time to lock the door while "Sarah" stood looking at the living room. Paul ended up behind her, gently kissing her as his hands encircled her body.
"What are you doing?" She said absentmindedly.
The hands moved lower. "What do you think I'm doing?"
