Something Creative (One-on-One)

She followed him and waited until he was out the door before extending her hand.

“Wrist.”

 

She took it between tentative fingers and unlocked it quickly.

 

She rolled her eyes and gave him a small smile.

“Bye, Gabe.”

 

She closed the door behind him, and the lock clicked into place.

 

(Yoop!)

 

(IDK.)

 

(Is he going to be killing her?)

 

(Library? And she'll actually get pissed this time?)

 

The library was closed, but that wasn't really a problem for Petra. She sat at the table, a lamp turned on as she studied the book, her brows furrowed. She sighed before picking up her phone and dialing a number, placing it to her ear.

"Hey, Dad. It's me."

 

She folded her arm and bit her lip, looking at the ground.

"Look, you just... stay on the down low for a while, okay? I'm still working on it, but..." She sighed and her voice cracked as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "It... it isn't looking good. They're really cracking down."