Calling – 032
"What was that about? Are you ok?" Shuurei shoved the door shut behind them, locking it. Assured it wouldn't be budging, and with a firm nod to herself, she turned to look at the man beside her.
"Er…," Ryuuki looked away, unsure. "Where are we?"
Shuurei paused, as if realizing what she'd just done.
Which was, in effect, drag her guest into the upper mezzanine of the building. Alone. In a fairly restricted area.
… and then she noticed she still had a hold on his sleeve.
"We're in the storage area," she explained, taking a step to the side.
And she turned slightly away from him, and couldn't help that it took an extra minute to find the light switch. Just until the heat receded from her cheeks.
For his part, Ryuuki wondered curiously at how noticeable the sudden withdrawal of her soft warmth felt leaving his wrist as his hand drooped back to his side, abandoned.
TBC.