Author's Note: Out of pure curiosity, if I wrote something that wasn't fanfiction, would you read it? Because I'm obsessed with enemies to lovers and I came up with what I think is a cool idea but if nobody wants to read it then I'm not going to bother. I mean, I've tortured my poor english teacher enough. I don't need to write another 70k story for her to read. Literally she keeps giving us sci-fi/fantasy writing prompts, honestly the woman brought this on herself. But like. No.

Anyway, this is back to a Keefe POV! Hooray! Enjoy the chapter and leave a review!

Sophie's plan is crazy.

"There's got to be a way for the Neverseen to use their abilities in here," Sophie says. "Therefore, the only thing stopping us from contacting the outside world is that they're tracking our abilities specifically. Probably not yours, since Empaths can't really call for help. But mine for sure. And they're monitoring us via security cameras, probably. We need to find a way to call for help without using abilities or being caught by the cameras."

I nod. "What's your idea?"

"Well, first, we need to find out where the security cameras are. So that means we've got to sneak down to the control room."

"Cool. I saw it on a fire escape map of the building. I can get us there," I offer.

"Awesome," Sophie says. "Let's go tonight. I saw that they're having a party down in the lobby, so two random teenagers wandering around shouldn't be too strange."

"Plus, the cameras probably can't tell who we are if the lights are dim."

This hotel relies on windows for the majority of light, so the hallways are fairly dark at night. There's enough light to see by, but not much.

We get dressed in dark outfits—her in a black dress, me in black pants and a black collared shirt. It probably won't make a difference, but we don't want to be noticeable. And just in case something goes wrong and we need to run, we're both wearing sneakers.

"I feel like a spy," Sophie laughs as we're about to leave.

"I have no idea what that is," I admit.

She smiles. "Remind me to make you watch James Bond later. Or Mission Impossible. Or Atomic Blonde."

We walk out into the hallway, me leading since I know where we're going. Sophie follows, and I try to concentrate on where we're going instead of on the girl behind me.

I need to focus.

We go up a flight of stars and turn onto a hallway without any hotel rooms. Several supply closets and storage rooms are scattered down the hall. In the stairwell, the sign on the door said Staff Only. The floors are not carpeted, and the ceiling lights are bright fluorescents.

"So much for dark clothes," I whisper to Sophie.

She nods and motions for me to start heading down the hall. The control room is at the end. No one else is in sight, although they could easily be in one of the rooms. I hate how visible we are. I try to walk with purpose, like I belong there. Unfortunately, I doubt I would fool anyone.

The door to the control room is cracked open, and there's no one inside. We sneak in, the hinges creaking unbearably loudly. I wince, and I can feel Sophie flinch behind me.

There's a large screen on one wall, sectioned off into smaller rectangles. Each shows a video of what's happening in a certain area. I can see the restaurant, the party in the lobby, some hallways. They've even got eyes on the clock tower. There's a camera in every room, which has me seriously questioning their privacy policy.

"Keefe," Sophie whispers.

I turn around. She's pointing to the screen that shows our room.

"There's a blind spot," she says.

"Right below the camera?" I ask.

Sophie nods.

"Awesome. They don't have audio on the cameras, right?"

"I don't think so," she replies.

We examine the whole room, making sure we see every detail. Photographic memories come in handy. I don't know what most of the control board does, but if we ever need to know, I'll remember it perfectly. Sophie will, too.

"We should probably get out of here before someone comes back," I whisper.

Sophie nods and points to one of the screens, which shows a man in a grey uniform walking up the stairwell. He's probably coming to this room. We quickly and quietly leave, mentally cursing the hinges.

Sophie grabs my hand and starts running down the hallway, dragging me along with her. The door leading to the stairs opens, and I quickly pull Sophie into a small room and shut the door. It's a maintenance closet, floorspace no bigger than four square feet, and lined with shelves.

"Is someone there?" we hear the man outside ask.

His footsteps get louder.

What do we do?! Sophie screams into my mind.

Don't panic, I say, even though I'm doing just that.

We don't have an excuse! she transmits.

Ummmm. . . nope, I'm all out, I think.

What would two people be doing alone in a closet together?! Sophie transmits, tugging on an eyelash.

Oh. Oh. I've got an idea, but she won't like it. Maybe I should wait, make that plan B. Sophie's brilliant, maybe she'll come up with something else. Because this idea. . .

The footsteps outside get louder.

Fine, I think. Soph. Do you trust me?

She looks at me, confusion evident on her face. Of course I do. But—

The footsteps stop outside our little closet, and I know it's now or never.

Before she can say anything else, I lean in and kiss her.