Rebuilt

Real Men Do The Dishes

*BACK TO LILIA'S POV*

I felt tingles down my spine as he grabbed my hand. Simple gestures make such a difference sometimes.

I don't completely trust him yet but I don't think this is part of anymore elaborate plans. I mean I understand why they did that challenge thing I just don't agree with it. I think I am still in shock to be honest but rushing through the halls of this massive place with Evan feels unreal to me at the moment.

There are people everywhere, seemingly millions of cleaners and agents together, bustling around the place. We reached the ground level after running down three staircases and passing the floor which I recognise as having my room attached to it.

In the entrance hall Evan stopped but still clung onto my hand. He pointed left,

"That hallway is the dorms for the cleaners. Everyone that knows about this place stays here. No one leaves unless it's agents which have finished their training. We have a school here for their children and housing for their other close family which is about five minutes drive out back. All of the caretakers live on the ground floor."

Wow they are really organised here

"Yes we are thank-you" Evan smirked. Woops, did I say that out loud? "Well anyways, my dorm is down here..."

He scurried off to the right, dragging me with him. We went down two staircases before coming to a dimly lit hallway with four doors.

We went into the one that read EPS on the front. "It means Evan's Personal Space" Ev called over his shoulder as he brought me inside, clearly sensing my confusion. 

"Yo Evan, is that you?" A manly voice shouted, "Yea I'm back!"

He brought me round the corner into a living room/kitchen. In there stood a decently tall man, I would say about 18, with really dark brown hair in a ruffled, just got out of bed style. He had chocolaty brown eyes and a warm smile. He was wearing black joggers and a white t-shirt with an apron that said 'Real Men Do the Dishes' which I found brilliant!

"And who is this?" He asked Evan. Ev squeezed my hand,

"This is Lilia, Lilia this is Rick Abbott. He is part of our managing team here."

"Hi Rick" I said meekly,

"Hello Lilia! It's a good thing I made extra pancakes!" Rick said jokingly.

"Oooh you made pancakes!?" Ev exclaimed like a little kid and we all burst out laughing. I was crying and in stitches by the end because Evan decided to sulk in the corner.

But that meant that he let go of my hand; why do I care so much about that?

"Should we eat then?" Evan suggested after we stopped eventually stopped laughing.

"Actually I have to go meet Sky, do you two mind if I leave?"

"Yea go ahead" I said, I looked to Evan who was drooling and staring at the pancakes "Sure, whatever" he mumbled.

The door slammed shut as Rick left leaving me, Evan and a stack of pancakes.

Evan grabbed two plates and put the pancakes on both as I rummaged around in the cupboard trying to fi- ah! There it is!