Hannah huffs out an exasperated breath before she slides her hand down to take Caroline’s. Her laughter abruptly cuts off as Hannah’s warm fingers wrap around her own and then direct her over different architectural points, explaining what they are.

She does this everywhere they go.

She tells Caroline about the Federalist architecture of the State House, the Gothic churches, the Neoclassical design of the Custom House Tower. It takes a little while, but through the passion in Hannah’s words and the sheer knowledge that comes spilling out, she sees them at least somewhat like Hannah does. Somehow, she even manages to make South Station a building that needs to be appreciated for its Beaux Arts opulence instead of just the place Caroline has to go to get on the Amtrak.

“All of these buildings have a story to tell.” She says, and it’s like there’s a whole layer underneath Hannah’s surface that’s been hidden.

Caroline feels honored that she’s able to see it and she stares at Hannah for a beat too long but she can’t help it.

They walk to the Museum of Fine Arts as the sun starts to set, the final building of the day. Caroline thinks there is some irony in the fact that they are going to admire the building as art but not what’s inside.

Not that it bothers her; Hannah explaining architectural art to her is the most interested in art she’s ever been.

They’re arm in arm – Hannah likes walking like this, she’s found out today. It’s different than when they go out with Abbie, as she walks between them. Caroline enjoys them both in different ways – when she hears her name.

“Caroline?”

She catches herself grimacing before she turns around and knows Hannah catches it, too. Because standing behind them is Amanda. The same one who’d broken up with her almost six months ago. She almost smushes her face into her palms because Amanda works at the museum, but in all honesty, she’d been so wrapped up in Hannah, she hadn’t even thought about it.

When she turns slowly, she sees Amanda exactly as she remembers her. Tall and statuesque, like the art she attends to. As always, she’s immaculately put together, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows lifting at the way Hannah is still holding onto her arm.

And much to her surprise, she doesn’t feel anything at it. Well, none of the hurt that had taken up residence for… months after. There’s still a faint sting of anger just at the callous way Amanda had treated her, that she thinks anyone will have after having been cheated on.

But mostly, she thinks about how Amanda had been irritated and dismissive with Caroline’s lack of understanding when it came to the art she was passionate about, and how different that was from how she’d spent today with Hannah.