Ready to Run - z.m. / a.g. || au

CHAPTER 4: HIS NAME

CHAPTER 4: HIS NAME

(Ariana's POV)

            As we roamed around the house, I noticed that it looked a lot bigger than outside. The windows are covered with thick, golden curtains. I noticed the guy who appeared in the main door earlier going to the kitchen. What's his name? Is it Bert? Brent? Whatever! I thought. Maybe I was just too preoccupied earlier that I can't remember his name now. He stopped for a while, so did I. He turned around and looked at me. His forehead knotted. Okay? What did I just do to make him look pissed like that?

            "Why you're at my back?" he said and crossed his arm once again. His face calmed, trying to ease the tension. I sigh and answered him back. He's a low-tempered person.

            "W-Well, I-I don't know. I'm a-a little bit... shy," I said and almost whispered the last word. I bowed my head. I gasped when he ducked his head to see me. I met his hazel eyes with mine. His forehead knotted. He then suddenly stood straight and shook his head. He walked and I followed him.

            "Are you always like this?" he asked. I walked beside him. I'm startled on what he just said.

            "W-What do you mean?" I said in a voice mixed of curiosity and amazement. Damn. This is definitely not a house. It's a palace! I gasped when I saw the precious chandelier above the dining table and here in the living room. Those must cost a lot!

            "I mean, forcing yourself to let you in from those house that you barged?" he scoffed. I rolled my eyes naughtily and smirked. I love it when he spoke like that! I giggled at the thought. I just shrugged.

            "N-Nah... Not really. Actually, this is the first time I barged into a house!" I said lively as I ran my fingers to the wooden chairs inside the big living room.

            "Oh? Really?!" he spoke in sarcasm and rolled his eyes. I chuckled and I almost pinched his cheek! Oh God! What am I gonna do? Help me! He's now staring at my hand which is about two inches from his cheek!

            "Th-There's a little dirt on your cheek," I lied and I softly brushed my finger on it. That gave me shivers. I immediately pulled back and smiled sheepishly. He sighed and continued to walk. He removed his jacket and hangs it on a coat hanger. I'm surprised to see some tattoos on his hand but revealed that he really has perfectly sculpted muscles. I gaped at him.

            "So... You wanna see the library?"

            I didn't heard what he said 'cause I'm busy taking pictures around. I just saw an awesome place and it need to be captured. I suddenly groaned when he grabbed the phone out of my hand. My forehead knotted. What was he thinking? He took a look on it and scanned. I really don't know what he was doing since I'm shorter than him and he's a little bit farther from me.

            "So... You took pictures of the whole house, ey?" he said and raised his eyebrow. I bowed down my head and I felt that my cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

            "I-I'm sorry... I just... I-I just liked, uhm, the whole place," I smiled and looked at him. His face suddenly looked calm. Guess that's okay. He shook his head and cleared his throat.

            "I didn't like it when someone, especially a stranger like you, is doing things without my permission. I'll erase all of the pictures-"

            "-BUT-" He placed his hand in front of me and shook his head.

            "No buts. You can take your phone back when you go home," he said firmly and put my phone in his pocket. I pouted. That's not really nice.