"I have an idea," he says with hesitation.

"... Let's run away."

And so, you did. You packed your bags, he packed his, and you both agreed on something.

You bring the food and drinks, he brings money and clothes.

So here you were, at the city, after hours of walking and running.

He lets out a heavy breath and looks at you, his hands on his knees.

He stands up straight.

"So... what now?"