Love you, Paris

⭕Amaranth⭕

Head pumping.
Feeling like flying.
Or getting carried away?
But where?
And who is carrying me?
Damn...too tired to open my eyes. But I should before I fall asleep completely.

Armin carefully moves his hands and strokes over the surface he lays on. Wherever he is, he is moving forward. Leather seats. Cold glass window holding Armins head. He must be sitting in a car.
He opens his eyes halfway and looks out of the window, not able to move more since he can't control his body that well because of the alcohol.
With his last strength he can turn his face to the driver next to him. But all his eyes can catch in the last seconds before they shut down completely are hands on the steering wheel.
White hands.
White feminine hands.
Wait... Was that a ring on it? A silver ring... He knows that he saw it once before. But where?
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A sharp smell appears in his nose. Making him wake up slowly. His view is blurry but slowly becoming sharper and sharper. As he blinks and looks closely he sees a face. A pretty face which is illuminated by just one candle light. But he still can't recognise her. She keeps moving a tissue at the front of Armins nose. Her face becomes sharper and his heart beat raises slowly by her angelic beauty.
It's her.
Annie Leonhardt.
So beautiful.
What a nice dream...
Wait.
Can you even catch smells in dreams?
And why does everything look so clear?
And why...oh my goodness she's sitting right at the front of him.
Armin widens his eyes and leans pretty fast away, hits the back of his head and holds it in pain then.
She leans a little away too and looks emotionless back. Armin breaths faster. This place, her view, this light. What's happening?
"Finally you woke up " , she says in a calmed and soft way.
"I - I... What happened... Where am I?", asks Armin pretty unsure.
"I don't know what happened to you but I found you laying drunk on the street. To patch you up I took you with me. What else do you want to know? ", she says in a calm and deep way while avoiding any eye contact with Armin who can't stop glaring at her calm and sexy view. Those black toning clothes she's wearing which expose her delicate and attracting decolleté. A long silver necklace adornes her neck downwards and her tight black clothes tone her lean and curvy body. Even her face looks angelic by that candle light.
What a view.
What a woman.
Gorgeous.
She turns to Armin again and scans his body in a cold way by her diamond glittering eyes which look even more glassy in the yellow light.
"If you don't want to spend this night in prison again you better tell me the story behind that incident".
Armin gulbs and tries to collect himself. After all he's still drunk and has damn headache. No matter how much he tries, he can't spill out any word.
Suddenly Annie looks pretty mad at Armin and hits him with the tissue. "Stop glaring like that, I have asked you a question, bunny", she says in a hissing way.
"I-I was at a party for students and drank some alcohol. And when I was on my way home I guess I lost my consciousness. Please don't put me in prison, that won't happen again! Aargh... ", says Armin with pain in his head in a nervous way and looks right into her eyes as he holds his pumping head.
A little smirk appears on her pretty lips. She shakes her head.
" Never trust a drunken man making promises... ".

Silence.

She stands up and walks soundfully towards the door of the dark room. And Armin can't do anything else than watch her interested. As she opens it she tilts her head a last time to Armins direction.
"To avoid any more trouble you will stay here tonight. See you tomorrow", are her last words before she leaves Armin alone in that room. Confused and dazed in his mind. So many questions are crossing his mind. Why was she so nice and safed his life? Why would she even mind? Did she do that because she's a damn good cop or does this ice queen really have a warm heart?
Whatever, he should better sleep over this day. And who knows, maybe he wakes up and notices that everything was just a long dream.
Shutting down the eyes.
Light dims.
Darkness.
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Next morning
7 a.m.
Armin rubs his eyes and feels like trash. But he can't fall asleep anymore even though the surface he's laying on is very comfortable.
Wait.
It's a bed.
Armin opens his eyes immediately.
Where's the sofa?
White silk bedding?
Another room?
Shit, where even am I?
What happened last night?!
Armin looks very bewildered around the room. It's so clean. So white. So neatly that it almost looks empty. All forniture look pretty modern and have white and silver tones. Even the windows and decoration on it which contains mostly different kinds of crystals. Beautiful crystals.
At least he's wearing most of his clothes. So doesn't look like he did a certain thing tonight.
As he looks over the bed he sees a huge portrait of a huge winter landscape. Wow, who ever life's here must be a pretty cold personality. Maybe they need a hot summer in their life to melt and let spring appear in their souls.
Wait.
That reminds me of a certain someone.
Suddenly Armin gets all of his memories about yesterday night.
He knows where he is.
It's her flat.
Annie Leonhardts.

Armin goes out of the bed and dresses his Jean's and shirt. He makes the bed and opens the window. But he doesn't dare leaving the room. What if she's going to scare him? Or throw him out of her flat? Climbing out the window is a stupid option, so there's no other way than through the door. Hesitantly Armin grabs the silver door handle and opens the door very slowly and quietly. His nose is the first part of his body that leaves the room. He walks quietly and carefully along the long corridors and sees many doors. Damn, where's the bathroom? A few steps and he dares opening one door. It's the living room. So huge and...also completely white and silver. Just like the corridor and all the doors and walls of this flat. Armin slowly feels like that brat Kay who was kidnapped by the snow queen into her icy palace. But he's not complaining about it.
Ah finally, the bathroom. So huge and clean. And white just like all the other rooms. Damn that huge shiny sink and those big mirrors. He really feels like visiting a castle with cold taste. He gotta be careful. She must clean it every day...
After a while Armin is done with his morning routine. Luckily there were many things in her cupboards which could help him get himself clean and ready. He slowly sneaks out of the bathroom and holds his grumbling stomach. Hungry. Very hungry. He shall eat a little. Seems like she's not home anyway. He will eat a little and leave then before her mood changes from being nice to being ice cold.
As he enters the huge, white and marmored kitchen he breaths deeply in and looks at a glassy bowl with many different fruits. He immadiately walks over to it and eats a few cherrys. Delicious. What a great red contrast towards that white paradise. Drops of red are slowly flowing down Armins fingers, just like blood.
"Stealing my fruit? "
Armins heart beats heavily and he turns around as fast as he has never before. It's her. Standing right behind Armin. Looking right into his nervous eyes by her sharp clear eyes.
"I - I am sorry... I was so hungry. I will get you new ones, okay?".
"Not necessary. I was joking. Eat. But not everything", she says with a small smirk and walks a few steps away, sits on the chair and keeps watching Armin who keeps standing helpless at the kitchen table.
"Sit."
So he does. But he can't eat anymore by the way she stares at him.
Silence is so loud again.
And gazes can be so sharp.
And food so cold.
What's happening?

"Tell me something about you, Arlert".
"W-What do you want to hear?"
"Anything. I want to know who's sitting at my table and eating my cherrys", she claims in a quiet and calm way.
"Well..."
Armin keeps thinking. What would she want to hear? It's not like she's seriously interested in him...right?
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