[C] In Your Arms

who are you?

We were inside my apartment when someone knocked on the door.

"I wonder who that is," Anderson said.

"Let me open," I answered and went to the door.

"Hi, I am Rebecca Frasier, and I'm reporting for The Daily Journal," the visitor introduced.

Anderson approaches as well. "What do you need with us?"

Rebecca Frasier, huh...it seems I know this woman.

"I'd like to interview the both of you for an upcoming article," she answered.

Wait, how did she know where I live? And how did she know I was going with Anderson here? This seems too suspicious.

"Uhm, I'm very sorry, but we'd like to have some private time," I replied. She left.

"You know what? She's suspicious. How did she know we were going here?" Anderson asked, distraught over the visit.

"Exactly. How did she know where I live?"

"Let's look that name up on the website," Anderson declares, and we began to put out our laptops and I pulled off a blank board from the back of the television.

We searched for Rebecca Frasier on the website, and it seems like she is not affiliated with The Daily Journal nor a journalist for that same newspaper.

"So...she's a fake."

"Should we get going? I have another flat in the suburbs," I said.