He smirks, shaking his head and letting his eyes wander. I watch him carefully, wondering what I can say to get him to leave. Im not leaving until you answer some questions. Plus, Im holding your sketchbook hostage, so you might want to cooperate. I raise an eyebrow at him. I guess there isnt much I can say. This isnt a hostage negotiation. He chuckles half-heartedly as his eyes take me in, almost sizing me up. I guess I should introduce myself. He holds a hand out for me to shake. Im Nathan. I stare at his hand for a moment. Taylor, I reply, meeting his eyes again without taking his hand. He lets his hand fall back to his side. At least I got you to say something non-hostile. I havent been hostile, I object. His eyebrows shoot up. Oh, havent you? Why dont you leave me alone? I snap. Leave and dont come back. I move passed him, heading for my apartment. He cant follow and annoy me if I lock the door. Where are you going? he demands. I look back over my shoulder and roll my eyes at him, indicating the answer should be obvious: anywhere he isnt. Once inside, I slam the door behind me. That was totally not hostile! he calls after me, sarcastically. I quickly head for my bedroom door, slamming it, too.
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About Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris.