[b]”Small world.”[/b]
	[i]Small town,[/i] Izzy corrected bitterly. “Pleasure,” she said instead as they shook hands. She instinctively turned and glanced down the road when Trevor gestured to it. She bit back a sarcastic retort to his question.
 	She looked back to him and slipped her thumbs beneath the straps of her backpack, which had a similar camouflage pattern on it to her faded jacket, the sleeve on her right arm rolled up. Even the color of her nails matched it today.
	She shrugged at his last statement. “It happens. I think I’ve seen you around there, though. Just never thought to stop.”