Right from the start, from that eventful day at the coffee shop, Rita of Lancaster and Peter Kavinsky felt like they belonged to each other on an ineffable level, but destiny has a soft spot for them and enjoys massively to put them trough a series...
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''Then why did you hide?''
''I-I was stealing.''
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Just stepping outside the safety of the bedroom was making her breath become rapid and shallow, she could even feel her pulse pounding in her temples, even though Alec was walking ahead looking out for either Peter or Genevieve.
Rita was torn between thinking about how much better it would be to be dead already, all the pressure and the paranoia were driving her insane, and thinking about how on the other side, it would be awesome to win, not for the money, her intention was always to return it to the owners if she ever won, but so she could satisfy her ambitious and competitive side.
The second was for sure taking control when she looked over the railing, without even hiding. There was no sight of Peter or Genevieve so she'd have to look around for them. Maybe ask a person or two. That's not cheating is it?
Alec climbed down the stairs after showing his support and wishing her good luck, he was still salty about his death and he couldn't hide it. Not from her at least.
Looking at her phone she could see the clock marked 04:00 AM. The DJ was gone and the music playing came from Gabe's phone that was ,aux cord, connected to a single column. The music was lower than before but still, it still throbbed loudly making Rita's ears itch.
Upon waiting to see if Peter would show up in the lower floor and him not showing up in the lower floor she decided to start looking for him herself.
The door to her left was a bathroom and there was not a single soul inside. Then a a cupboard - the same. The bedroom she had exited from no one had entered so she wouldn't lose time looking in there. Gabe's dad office too was empty. The final door was by the secondary stairs, way down the corridor. She walked the few steps towards it without forgetting to watch over her shoulder constantly.
At first sight no one was inside but she wasn't going to commit such a rookie mistake. Searching behind the door, under the bed and in the closet was mandatory although Rita didn't had time to. When she was opening the closet door the bedroom's door swang open and she only had time to hide inside the closet herself. It could be Gen, or Peter and she had not come this far to lose.
It was completely dark inside the closet, and she had left her phone above the bed. She leaned her ear against the opaque wooden door, trying to make sense of the muffled sounds. It sounded like soft giggles and incoherent drunk talking.
