Something Creative (One-on-One)

“Not yet,” she said, pulling out a pan. “It’s in exchange for you not killing me.”

 

"How do I know you won't kill me as soon as I give you the key?" she asked, glancing at him wryly.

 

"Yes, but you want it off," she said, stepping forward and inspecting it, her fingertips brushing his wrist. "And chances are, you won't kill me while you still have it on."

 

"You could," she said, inspecting it before heading to the fridge and offering him an icepack. "But I'm pretty confident you won't find it."

 

"I could, but then you'd have no reason not to kill me," she said patiently.

 

"I can't do that, Gabe. Just wait."

 

"Do you want eggs or pancakes or yogurt?"

 

She reached into the fridge and pulled out a few eggs.

"Fine, then."

 

Soon, the smell of cooking food filled the room, and Petra slid him a plate of eggs and toast.

"There. Juice?"

 

She returned to the stove, cracking a few more eggs before placing them on a plate.

"Did you sleep okay?"