Chapter 4 - Planned Trap

"All right, I'm here. What do you want?" Said she, head bowed on the table, hands crossed in front of her face.

"What do I want?" Asked I. "You call me in the middle of the night to ask me what colour is the sky right now, and you ask me what I want?"

"That was a mistake." Said she.

"This world is a mistake." Said I, mocking her. Her eyes returned to her usual cold look, and I could see her irritation.

"What happened then?" Asked I. "What were you feeling?"

"I..." She looked to her right as she started, but she must've realised that was a mistake, for we were in a café at seven thirty in the morning and the place was starting to fill up. "Why did you choose this place anyway?" Asked she, as she turned the other way.

"Because it's close to where I live and because it's not that popular." Said I.

"Not popular? What's this, then?" Asked she, incredulously.

"This is nothing compared to a restaurant or a theater. Are you planning to live the rest of your life holed up at home?"

"If that's what it takes." Said she, annoyed.

"Don't act like a child. This isn't about you."

She turned up an eyebrow in confusion.

"Don't forget the mistake that costed someone's life." Said I, as I coldly stared her down.

She turned even paler than before. "You..." She started, angrily.

"I want to help you." Said I, interrupting her. "And I'm your only choice." I added.

Her anger dissipated as she stood defeated.