And on a brighter note, here's chapter 7! Not much action is going on in this one, but they need some slack, don't you think? Also thanks for all of your kind reviews, I love all of you! Enough chit-chat, hope you'll enjoy!
Oh and by the way, I like to think that the radio played this music ( watch?v=GDvyXemXIKE) but feel free to choose your own ;)

Did she really ask him to stay? He looked behind him, looking above his shoulder. She looked like a child; sitting in bed and staring at him, waiting for an answer. Garrett didn't know if he was relieved that she asked him to do so; he didn't really know anything at all when it came to her. The thief turned around and faced her smiling face; she patted the place next to her on the bed. He executed himself, with a slow walking pace, sitting next to her; in a safe distance. She giggled softly at his caution; she knew it was a part of him by now. They just sat next to each other. Lydia knew that he wouldn't start the conversation and that's when she decided to talk about what she thought was the most important subject they needed to discuss.
"When I was asleep, if you can call it like that..." His eyes went to her by curiosity, "I saw a woman." The words almost felt bittersweet when they came out of her mouth.
His face was still expressionless, but something in his eyes looked like tension. Lydia played with the bottom of her cheap outfit, which was a piece of large clothing that they rolled her into, trying to get her words right. He didn't say nothing but she knew he waited impatiently.
"She had short black hair, and her eyes reminded me of yours..."
The man next to her seemed to become even tenser then he was before. He looked away. Lydia didn't insist, peering at him at the corner of her eye. By the look on his face, she knew something had popped up in his mind; she just waited for him to share it with her, although it might never come out. The silence between them almost became unbearable, Lydia felt intimidated by the thief.
"Erin." He mumbled, it was loud enough for her to catch the name he said. She took it as a clear answer. He definitely knew who that woman was; who were they together? She thought it didn't really matter anymore; or did it? Garrett seemed crisped now; maybe she did a wrong move by mentioning that.
"You talked to her?" His eyes were empty, still staring in a close distance. Lydia shook her head negatively. Why did she lie? She didn't even know herself; maybe only because she didn't to talk about it anymore. The only thing that she knew is that she needed answers, and he wouldn't be the one who'll give them to her so easily. She knew it was best to not ask any more questions anyway; something told her that he wouldn't like it. Once again, they just sat next to each other. The gap between them seemed like miles. She didn't know if the atmosphere around them was heavy, or just plainly awkward. Lydia comforted herself by knowing that if he wanted to go, he'd be already gone. She needed to lighten the mood a little. That's when something inside of her took over and she got closer, resting her head on his shoulder. She tried to contain her smile, feeling him being startled by her move. Garrett looked at her head at the corner of his eye. He didn't dare to move anymore, he didn't really know what to do at this point. He just felt... weird; that's the only way he could describe it. A deep sigh came out of his guts; she didn't move. They remained in that position for a couple of minutes, which seemed hours for the thief, who almost stopped breathing. Lydia then got up and went for the little radio that was positioned on the counter on the other side of the room. Garrett looked at her clumsy walk.
"You should stay in bed." He scowled as she gestured him to let it go, she found it funny how they were the opposite of each other, but he still coped with her. With a swift move, she flicked the on switch with her index. A soft medieval music drowned the room at the same time. She gasped lightly, looking at Garrett as if she'd never heard music, hands intertwined on her chest, touching her heart. The music reminded him when the times were easy, when the medieval carnival was about to begin also; his wealthiest time of the year. She almost ran to him, tugging on his arm trying to get him up.
"Come Garrett!" Her tone had something playful in it and he definitely knew what she wanted. He resisted, without struggle, looking away. Her determination went away after seeing that all of her efforts were useless; he wouldn't dance with her. Lydia dropped his arm, almost pouting at him. She tried at least; she smiled at his frowning face. She contoured the table and went near the radio once again, hearing the music more clearly. He discreetly looked at her dancing slowly around the room, following the rhythm of the flutes. How did she forget everything that just happened? He didn't really understand her, but then again it was the same the other way around. Lydia was enjoying herself, dancing was always a way to shut the world out for her. She remembered when she danced with her father and her lovely mother at the medieval carnival when she was a child... Her memories knocked her from the inside and she soon felt weak, almost collapsing on the table next to her. The room was spinning. She leaned on the wooden piece of furniture as her breath got a steady pace once again. A strong gloved hand lifted her, while she laughed sheepishly, making their way to the bed once again. Garrett sighed, she never listened to him; she even looked amused. He helped her sit on the bed, by sitting with her in the movement. The music was still enveloping the room; and somehow, their eyes locked. The gap between them was small; she was only inches away from him. A smile decorated her porcelain face, emeralds gazing at him. He felt something inside of him change at that moment; was it comfort? Garrett detailed her figure, brushing at the almost invisible scar that was on her cheek. He was relieved that she was okay. Relief? Once again he didn't really know how to call it. Instinctively his body shifted towards hers; he didn't think about it when it happened, only to realise afterwards, making him shiver from inside. Her head was slightly cocked to the side, letting him know that she accepted him being so close. Her face was slowly getting closer to his. Her eyes looked at his mouth, always peeking at his eyes behind her long eyelashes to make sure she had the approval. Garrett was battling against his temptation; years of cultivated self-control and patience were useless when confronted by a woman like her. She was so close now... He remembered the last time she was at this distance from him. Their faces angled perfectly, making their nose bridges lean on each others, lips brushing against one and other. She felt his steady breath on her skin; it felt like nothing ever happened, as if everything was alright for a minute. The music isolated them in a melancholic feeling and they both thought everything around them was okay. He was under her influence and he didn't quite know if he was enjoying it. Maybe he was... Lydia felt his tense body relax a little, as her smile slightly touched his lips from the millimeters that separated them. She just waited, feeling the tension around drop at every second; it always felt like they were alone in this miserable world, but when he was close to her, everything seemed less bad than it actually was. His face shifted; illusion that he was leaning in. She almost tasted him; he was about to kiss her.

"So I got some fresh sloop from the..."
Basso looked at the pair in front of him; who was still sitting on the bed. Garrett jumped off the mattress and turned away from his gaze, leaving Lydia blushing ferociously, passing a shaky hand on her neck. The round man looked at both of them, containers and silverware wrapped in his arms. A loud laugh covered the sound of the music. Lydia couldn't help herself but laugh with him, shrugging sheepishly at the view of Basso. He had that way of making you feel like if you were his friend even if you didn't know him. He deposed the food on the table and sat down, rubbing his plump hands together. As he served himself, he looked at the two individuals who were in the room with him and rose his hands interrogatively, showing the food in front of him.
"It won't eat itself!" Lydia giggled once again and went to the table, sitting in front of the man, Garrett followed silently afterwards, sitting next to his friend. Basso gave them their portion and exclaimed a Bon appétit! starting to eat almost instantly at his words. Lydia followed as she looked at Garrett who seemed uninterested. Basso went on and on about how everything was so expensive these days. Lydia nodded at his words, looking at the thief discreetly; he ate, but only a little. That's when Orion stepped in.
"I see everyone is enjoying themselves..." He was mostly referring to the fact that the radio was still on after all this time. "Happy to see you're going well so quickly my dear." Lydia waved to him smiling. "I'm sorry but I need to take your thief friend away," He looked at Garrett who still had his back turned on him. "Please."

The two men walked out of the room, leaving the entrepreneur and Lydia sitting at the table. Basso laughed and waved his finger at the woman.
"I didn't know that you two were..." He swallowed his mouthful, "that close."
He really accentuated the last words, making Lydia scoffed.
"I didn't really know either."
Basso laughed in response, continuing his meal. They didn't have much so they were pretty much enjoying every sip of it. Questions boiled inside of her, and she needed answers, but could she trust him? Basso wasn't the kind of man that liked to snoop around in other people businesses; also he and Garrett seemed much closer than anybody else. Lydia was reluctant at the idea; after everything that happened, was it really safe to still dig in the life of the thief? She remembered the moment they shared only instants ago... Yes, she really needed to know.
"Basso..." By the tone of her voice he knew that she was about to ask a question. The man looked up at her, continuing to eat.
"Do you know someone who's named Erin?"
He stopped, redressing himself; facing her properly. One of his eyebrows was raised.
"Where did you hear that name?"
Lydia shrugged. She had nothing left to lose; she needed to know.
"When I was sleeping I saw a woman... She talked to me."
Basso's arm were crossed now.
"I mentioned it to Garrett and that's the name I got."
The man in front of her sighed.
"You say that she talked to you? Are you sure you're just not going crazy?" He laughed sarcastically at his statement. Lydia remained serious. Basso cleared his throat and regained his seriousness too.
"To explain briefly, Erin was the impulsive kind of thief. Garrett disapproved her violent tendencies when she killed several guards when they were on duty. She also caused trouble for him in the past, that's also the main reason why they stopped being a team."
Lydia nodded. A team? When Erin talked about it, it seemed to much more than that.
"She died not too long ago... Garrett was there when she left this world; I think it's still bothering him a little."
She was looking at him, eyes slightly narrowed. So Erin was really dead... That's when she informed the man of the words that were exchanged, and also of the riddles, if you can call it that way, which the feminine thief gave her.
"The two of those statements only relate to each other." Lydia rested her head in the palm of her hand. "Garrett is an orphan that grew in the streets," he paused, "and, as I already told you, that's practically why he doesn't really trust anyone." She was staring at the table. "That's why I was so surprised that you were able to get that close to him actually."

They managed to finish their food, cleaned up and Basso left her alone in the room. She rolled on her side, resting on the hard mattress, thinking about the answers she got. Nobody bothered to win his trust; even Basso didn't have it completely, it didn't seem to bother him. Lydia felt different when she was with him, different; but in a good way. That's why couldn't let him slip away just like that; she knew that he had something that she needed. Something that made her ache from the loneliness she felt when he wasn't around her.