03 | Hot and cold

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"Now what?" I said, rolling my eyes in exparation.

He glared at me, his green eyes gleaming in the fading sunlight, his hair perfectly messy from the wind that had passed.

"Your name is Livia?"

"Livia Walter."

He stared at me again, a mixed expression of relief and something else I couldn't decipher on his face.

Was his ex-girlfriend's name Livia or something?

"Nothing."

You looked at me like I grew two horns and sprouted wings. As if that was nothing.

Wings would be cool though..

I shrugged the wierd thought off, taking my phone out to call someone for help, after finally remembering I have the device.

How neither of us thought of it before was surprising.

In my defence Alan could be distracting.

On a happier note, we'd be out of here in no time. It was starting to get cold.

My momentary celebration comes to a stop as I realise its dead.

I should've charged it earlier.

Damn it.

"Its dead," I inform him. "What about yours?"

"It fell."

"Off the roof?"

"Yeah."

"It must be in worse condition than mine."

A sigh escaped my lips unknowingly. After running around all day trying to get here, running from a huge dog which looked ready to bite my head off , and pulling a person to another side of the railing, I was pretty tired.

"We're officially stuck here," I announced.

He nodded, shoving his hands in the pocket of his jacket.

I walked and sat beside the door; it would be too cold near the railing.

"What are you doing?" He asked, genuine confusion on his otherwise poker face.

"What does it look like? I'm making myself home."

He seemed perplexed.

"You're taking this situation pretty well."

I'm spending the night with my idol who's a bit cranky, but with looks of a greek god. Of course I'm taking this very well.

And I know he's not a bad person.

There was also the fact that I sort of like him. Maybe. Possibly.

Who are you kidding, Livia? You've swooned over the guy for years, the voice in my head reminded me.

"How did you think I'd be taking it?" I asked, ignoring the stupid voice.

"Not this calmly," he answered and paused, as if thinking.

"Normally, I'd think a girl would scream her head off- not that you didn't pretty much earlier-"

"Hey!"

He continued  ignoring my protest, "and I think by this time a girl would be banging on the door, running around shouting for help or crying hysterically about it."

"So.. my gender is questionable." I summarized.

"I didn't- that's not what I-"

"So I'm not normal then?"

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