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" — And then we found him, with the scarab, living 20 minutes from the old place."

(Y/N) straightened her posture to allow the woman to take her picture while Layla and her kept exchanging periods to tell the story of what they've been through for the last few days.

"Now, he's probably going to get himself killed running through Cairo."

The camera went off again and (Y/N) gave it one last strained smile, which looked more as a grimace. When she noticed it was the final picture, (Y/N) went back to staring down at the floor with a sigh, all of this was so frustrating, from Marc's strange disappearance he yet had to excuse, and now her and Layla having to search for help in order to

"That's why you both look so unhappy to be going home," Lagaro, an old acquaintance of the two, spoke up. Her elderly eyes were fixed on the computer, as she fixed up the last details of (Y/N)'s passport after finishing Layla's.

Layla brushed her curly hair out of her eyes. "Anxious, maybe."

Without removing her eyes from the screen, Lagaro reached out to her drawer to pull a box full of marshmallows inside, making Layla grin smugly before making her way to the desk to grab one.

"It's been 10 years," she said, and removed the lid from the container.

"Not worried you might've burned too many bridges?" Lagaro questioned. (Y/N) snapped her gaze up to her with raised eyebrows. "All those stolen relics and cheeky antiques?"

Lagaro clicked on a button from the printer and the machine whirred before dropping the sheet of (Y/N)'s new passport in, and the woman grabbed it from the printer right after it came out.

"I don't steal, neither does (Y/N)," Layla defended.

"They've already been stolen," (Y/N) cut in, knowing it was the exact thing Layla was going to say.

Layla locked eyes with Lagaro and used her arms to gesture towards (Y/N) with a nod, since her mouth was stuffed with a marshmallow. (Y/N) didn't spot any of this since she gave her back to her friend and began working on the last details the sheet of the passport needed.

"That's what people forget," Layla continued. "I take them off the black market and return them to their rightful owners."

"But she insists on keeping a few to pay the bills," (Y/N) pointed out after dropping the sheet in a machine to give it a protective cover. Because of her remark, Layla shushed her loudly and (Y/N) only stuck her tongue out to retort.

Lagaro laughed at their antics and eyed Layla with a smile. "Clever you," Lagaro pulled the sheet out of the machine when it was ready and placed it on her work table. "Not so innocent anymore, eh?"

"I wonder what your father would think of his little scarab now?" Lagaro wondered out loud while Layla placed her glasses on to help her work on the passport.

"Mm," Layla hummed, eating the last piece of her marshmallow after offering a piece to (Y/N), who rejected it as always, just like when they were kids. "We'll never know."

"I can't believe he and my dad let you teach us how to do all of this," (Y/N) spoke up as she moved onto the other table to search for the cover she was looking for. Layla nodded in agreement to her words, grabbing another marshmallow from the container.

"Ha! Those men indulged you," Lagaro let out a dry laugh. "You think his dig sites were any place for a child? I remember how hard your father tried to convince your mother, (Y/N)."

At the slight mention of her mother, (Y/N) felt the tension rise to her shoulders but she decided to shake the feeling off, not wanting to worry neither of them while they were busy. Lagaro didn't seem to notice this and continue speaking, unlike Layla, who eyed her worriedly.

"Archeology," the older woman chuckled. "One big mess of obsessive bookworms."

Lagaro stood up from her work table to stand up to the other, grabbing a stamp and press it onto the passport that (Y/N) handed her after choosing the right cover for it.

"Whatever happened in that desert is lost to the sands," Layla joined their side and watched them work after seeing (Y/N)'s usual change of demeanor whenever someone mentioned her family.

"It's a hard thing, exhuming the pain of the past," Lagaro placed the passport onto another machine and pressed it down with a clicking sound. "Easy to get stuck. Fixate on what's hurt us."

"Great," (Y/N) muttered, using one hand to lower the lamp on the side. "Then I won't do either."

"Like you aren't already," Lagaro stated. "I miss them, too, is all. But that's you two's baggage, not mine."

(Y/N) saw how Lagaro held the passport in her hands and Layla helped her with returning the lamp to its original place. Lagaro placed the passport into the last of her artifacts and pressed down on it to place a stamp.

"Just avoid your old haunts," Lagaro advised. "Call me sentimental, but I worry about you girls."

After having the finished product, she raised up to (Y/N)'s sight. "Have a good trip, loves."

(Y/N) took it in her hands and examined it to see if it looked real enough, now that she and Layla had a new passport, they were able to follow after Marc or Steven without any problem now. Both girls placed a kiss on Lagaro's cheek and made their way off the exit.

"And take care of each other."