"Luciana, would you like me to walk you home or drive you?" Fletcher said his voice getting stronger, like he was getting more confident.
"Yes please, can we walk though, you look like u might crash." Luciana said peacefully.
Fletcher laughed and agreed. They started walking out and down a huge street and see a grand movie theatre.
"Oh my god!"
"What?" Fletcher said, slightly worried.
"There is a new Sherlock Holmes film coming out next Saturday! I can't wait to go see that!"
"We can go next Saturday to see-" Fletcher was interrupted by Luciana's screaming. She was being attacked. "Hey! Get off of her!" Fletcher was confident and his voice was powerful.
"What are you going to do about it? Gel me to death?" said the man dressed in all black with a gruff voice and allowed himself to chuckle.
"No I am going to do this," Fletcher threw a punch that hit him on the jaw. "Tell me who you are and what you want before I break your nose!" Fletcher ordered.
"I'm afraid I can't say, but this little girl here is comin' with me, back to where she belongs."
"No I am not!" and she stamped on his foot, and he let go so she ran towards Fletcher. As soon as they connected he teleported them both with a 'pop', Fletcher hadn't even realised what he had done.
"..." Luciana stayed quiet for a minute.
"Damn! That was stupid..." He said to himself.
"You're...You're the last teleporter..."
"You know of magic?"
"Yeah, I am a Necromancer."
"Then, what do you hold your power in?
"My hair, I know it may sound weird but it is true. I also have a quartz clip in my hair; it was given to me by my father before he died. He was a teleporter, like you. You may have heard of him, Cameron Light. A few days before he died, he put some of his power into this clip. When he died all his power went into it and he said it would boost my power. He didn't mind me doing Necromancy; he thought I should make my own decisions..."
"That's interesting, so as I was trying to say before you were attacked. Would you like to watch Sherlock Holmes with me on Saturday?"
"I would love to Fletcher. You are really nice."
"There is nothing I wouldn't do for a lady as wonderful as you."
They sat on the roof top staring into each-other's eyes for hours, unaware of the fact they were being observed...