This time, he led the way, considering, I didn't know his friends, ergo; I don't know where they live. Simple logic. He led me to a block I had been to before; it wasn't too far from my own building. He walked me to the door, and smiled.

"Now…you might want to take those shoes of yours off, it's a long way up, and they don't have a elevator." He warned me, and I snorted.

"Absolutely not." I told him simply, and he raised an eyebrow. "I'm not about to give up my good looks so my feet can feel good, no way." I told him, and he just shook his head.

"Well, in that case, I'm going to have to carry you." He said, and went to grab around my waist, and I squealed, jumping from him, getting closer to the stairs. Collins advanced on me, and I just laughed, running from him. He was such a flirt. I couldn't help but continue the fire. He chased after me, laughing, and I just kept running, stopping ever so often, so he would be able to keep up with me, considering he was such a gentleman and insisted on holding my pickle tub, which was full of the groceries. He was very fast for holding about sixty pounds in one hand.

"You'll never be able to catch me!" I called to him, and giggled as his hand came very close to my skirt. He looked at me, and grinned.

"You can't tell me you don't want me to catch you." He said haughtily, and I gave him a very ladyfish 'hmph!'. He just chuckled. "Now, come on Angel! You don't even know where you're going!"

"I don't have to know. I'll just go to the top floor like you said it was at, and knock on all of the doors." I said, and laughed, and I could have paid all of my money to see the face he gave me again. It was of absolute horror.

"Angel, don't seriously, there are some people here who do…" I wasn't going to let him finish.

"Well, then, you're just going to have to catch me before I do it." I said, and began to run off again.

"Angel, no!" He shouted after me, and began running faster than before. That's not good. I finally reached the top flight, and he was only a few feet behind me. I raced to the first door, but before I could even lift my fist to knock on it, he grabbed me by the waist and I certainly didn't expect it. I screamed, and he covered my mouth with his hand to silence me. I stopped, and looked at him. He took his hand from my mouth, and loosened his grip on my waist. I faced him, he was still holding me.

"Alright, so you caught me." I said smugly, and he laughed.

"Where on earth did you come from Angel?" He asked me, smiling a smile that made me feel lucky I was in his arms.

"Puerto Rico?" I asked, as if he knew. He just laughed again, and I grinned. He looked down into my eyes, and we stood in the hallway, silent for a few blissful seconds, just staring. He cleared his throat, obviously getting nervous again, and let go of me. I almost fell. Asshole.

"Well, we should get going so they stop worrying about me, and so we can get to that meeting." He said, and picked up my pickle tub. I nodded. He took my hand, and walked me all the way down the hallway to a very large door. This apartment was not doing too well. It looked like it could second for a factory. "Now," he said as he turned to me. "You wait out here while I tell them about you. Then, you may make a grand entrance." He told me, and I laughed.

"Sounds good, but don't be too long, or I'll just up and leave." I lied. I would stand here waiting for him for as long as it took. He chuckled.

"You better not, I would kill myself if I had lost you." He smiled, and opened the large bolted door, and walked in, leaving me to wait for a while. I stared at the door, as if he were still there.

"You've already won me." I muttered, knowing he couldn't hear me.