It's hard not to look at Tris like she's a walking miracle; not after the mess I've left behind in Chicago. I do need to tell her. Eventually. In the middle of a cafe is not the right time or place for the conversation we need to have.

"No," I balk at her. Nineteen? How could so much time have passed between us? I can certainly see the maturity in her gaze; the way she holds herself. It continues to blow my mind. "Really? Well, obviously, we have to celebrate." I give her my most dangerous smile, letting her know she has no choice in the matter.

"I don't know," I shake my head, but I'm still smiling. "This rabbit's going to have to work if it wants my affection."

"The train station?" I always think of Tris when I think of trains; of our first encounter on the train to Dauntless. "Maybe this city isn't as dull as I imagined."