Nikita is watching him, seeing the wheels in his head just turning she’s amused and a bit concerned until he speaks again. A light laugh at his joke and then she’s confused. “Make yourself – I don’t understand.” She’s not masking she’s confused, but she takes her hand. “I’m willing to try anything.” She tells him without a single shred of uncertainty.
“Then wait right here for...about fifteen minutes. I need to get a few things.” Before she could say anything he was gone. And as he said he came back in exactly fifteen minutes and surprisingly winded. He smiled and held his arms out, “May I carry you? It’ll be faster this way.”















