They browsed the rest of the second floor then dipped in and out of some of the main-floor halls. David continued to take pictures of her, some with a wry smile on her face while she stared down the camera lens, others where he caught her unguarded and absorbed in some exhibit. If she did indeed cut him off after her experiment with vacationing, he’d need the reminder of their time together—a shred of hope that she’d let him in, at some point down the road. When they finally left the museum, it was early afternoon. The lines of tension that had lined her face less than a week before had relaxed, like a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. “What now?” Her stomach growled in answer. He laughed. “I guess we’re eating. Are you okay with a hot dog?” He pointed to a small food cart parked at the bottom of the museum’s stairs. “It’s not gourmet, but I firmly believe it’s part of the DC experience.” She patted her belly.
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