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"I can't stay under the same roof with this man," Olivia replied sticking her hand out towards Wen's direction as she stood from her seat. She was getting quite annoyed, and it surly didn't help with this stranger rolling his eyes every-time she'd make a remark.
"Look, I know it's different but we need to make sure you two are safely secure." The police women concluded placing her pale hand on her belt as she shifted her weight on her left leg. "It'll only be for a couple of weeks, possibly a month at the max," a small gasp escaped Olivia's trembling lips. "I know honey, it'll be tough," she says in sarcasm, and Wen can't help but chuckle slightly.
Olivia's worry turns to anger. She looks at the police officers in the same room chuckle slightly then back at Wen. "I need to be at my show in," she looks at her phone, "five minutes. This is a major deal for me."
"Sweat heart," The police women places both hands on her shoulders, "Our priority is to keep you safe. If that means locking you two up in a holding booth," she shrugs and releases he shoulders, "So be it."
"Can't you just lock these men up? I mean how hard can it be?"
"Ma'am," Olivia rolls her eyes. "We're trying our best to locate them. Our sources have been tracking these guys for years now."
"What'd they do?" Wen asks, speaking for the third time towards the police officers, being as Olivia spoke the most that day. Olivia turned to him and noticed he looked as stressful as she. His hair was messy, his eyes read exhaustion, and he aura seemed dreadful. His hand was balled in a fist, and his left cheek rested on it comfortably as he sat in the red chair.
The women looked over Olivia's shoulder towards him, "We haven't a clue." She shrugged.
"I..." Olivia stopped and looked out the busy window. The sight of rush hour traffic, the locals and tourists walking on the sidewalk, going in buildings, stuffing their faces, and taking pictures of the sights of the wonderful city. "I should be out their," she mutters silently to herself. The police officers talking amongst themselves and the women talking to Wen who still had a question or two about the men they were in establishment over.
"I know it's going to be different," the women replies, making her loose her thoughts towards her, "but we're doing this out of your safety. These men know where you're headed and could get contact on where you live. We need you safe and secure. Trust me, the place you two will stay won't be different from any other living conditions. Food will be delivered to you and you two will be out of harms way. That is unless you two kill each other."
Olivia turned from the window to face her, and for the first time all day she was speechless. She quietly sat a good three seats away from Wen, who was watching her like all the other police officers. She slumped in her seat and placed a hand on her stomach.
She looked up at the women, "When do we have move in?" She asked sluggish.
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She sat cross legged on the white couch and took in her surroundings. It was a small room to live in. Two bed rooms, one bathroom, a living room and a small kitchen. She already placed her suitcases in her room, while Wen was already focused on unpacking.
Standing, Olivia made her way towards her bedroom and sat on the double bed. It wasn't like anything special. A bed, a closet, a dresser, and a night table with a simple lamp. She didn't expect anything special or fancy for that matter.
After she unpacked, Olivia morosely dragged her feet towards the kitchen. It was 6: 00 by now, and she was famished. As she walking into the kitchen which was connected to the small living room she spotted Wen sitting on the white couch she was sitting on an hour ago, but this time the television was on, and he was flipping through the channels.
"Hi," she smiled and stopped, facing him. With all the craziness going on she thought an apology might be in order.
He looked at her and arched a brow. "Ugh, hi?" He says, obviously confused.
"Um," she scratched the back of her head uncomfortably as she on the arm rest. Her body wasn't facing him, but her right half was. She turned her head to face him, "I'm..." she sighed, "I'm sorry. It's just I'm going under a ton of stress already and well, this is one of those stressful moments."
He turned off the television and turned towards her. "I guess I am too," he shrugs.
"It's just... you aren't from around here, are you? I mean, what's your deal?"
"It's called being nice," he replies, "But, no. I'm not, I from Ohio. I'm here on buisness, and I alreay hate this City." She arched a brow, and was about to tell him off about how famous and wounderful this city was, but didn't want to get into it.
"Well," she sighed and stood. "How about dinner?"
"You want me to make you dinner?" He asked nicely with a small laugh.
"No, I was just asking." He shrugged and she walked inside the kitchen. Looking over the bar stool she spots his lips forming a small smile, in which she can't help but smile back. A blush forms on her face when he looks at her and his smile turns into a smirk as he notices her starring.
She fake clears her throat. "Um, they only have mac and cheese? Is that fine?"
"Wait, first your nice to me, now you're making me dinner? What's the catch?"
"N-n catch. I um, I just really want you to forgive me for being so rude I was out of line."
"I forgive you, but that mac and cheeses sounds pretty good right now." He smiles and stands. "In the mean time, running from killers sure does make you sweat." He laughs nervously as a small pink creeps on his face. "I'm just going to take a shower."
She nods and giggles at how uncomfortable he's feeling. "Okay, that's fine."
He takes a moment and just stares at her, and she blushes because the room is too small and too awkward for her to bare. Soon enough he turns his heels and walks down the small hallway towards the bathroom.
Olivia, who's now blushing like mad, brings her hand to her forehead and sighs. "I'm so stupid." She mutters under her breath.
Sigh, I'm sorry It's a rough start, but I'm never really good with beginnings. I just hope you liked it. At least they don't hate each other anymore! Ideas would be love. Also reviews. If you don't have an account I don't mind. Just click the review button and say what you think.
Really, I don't mind if you say this story blows, just any type of comment is alright with me.
