“Ah. And what is your work?” Rufus asked, trying to glimpse the front of the book for a title. He was willing to guess Ministry or something bland like that.

“It seems good.” Rufus shrugged. He was more into flying than reading. But for Tuni’s sake he was trying. “It’s for a friend. They’re more a reader than I am.” He gestured toward the book the history title obvious on the page. Purposefully not mentioning Tuni’s relation to him. He’d heard some gossip and wanted to try and shield her from it as best as possible for now, until it was proper. He didn’t want to lose her. Not again. And not over some silly gossip.