Creatures

found

As I was about to reply, a sudden interruption came from a remarkably handsome boy, his voice carrying a determined edge as he declared, "I found you." His unexpected arrival and cryptic words left me stunned, trying to grasp the meaning behind his proclamation.

"Pardon me?" I stammered, feeling a mix of surprise and confusion as I tried to process the situation. But he didn't pause, immediately firing another question at me before I could fully gather my thoughts. "What's your name?" His insistence implied there was more to it than just a simple inquiry.

Not one to give in easily, I hesitated, pushing back with, "I'm not keen on sharing my name with a stranger." His persistence only fueled my reluctance, prompting me to challenge him further. "Why should I?" I asked, my tone tinged with defiance. "You first."

Growing visibly frustrated, the boy—Harry, as he revealed—pressed on, his impatience becoming more apparent with each passing moment. "Fine. I'm Harry. Now, you?" His demand was clear, but I remained steadfast, unwilling to disclose personal details to someone I barely knew. "That's not enough," I replied calmly, holding my ground. "A name without context means very little."

As his persistence grew, Harry proposed a less drastic solution to earn my trust. "What do I have to do? Buy you lunch?" he suggested, his frustration evident as he attempted to break through my defenses.

Feeling the weight of his persistence, I relented, a small flicker of vulnerability betraying my resolve. "Fine. My name is Elizabeth," I confessed, the admission leaving me feeling strangely exposed.

And then, as if in response to my revelation, something inexplicable occurred, leaving me utterly speechless and struggling to comprehend the surreal turn of events unfolding before me.