"Rach." He calls out; his voice fills with confusion "What are you doing here?" His eyes scan around the room as he inquires
I swallow the courage I have left in me as I slowly stand up only to meet his intense gaze "Richie," I say trying to crack and smile and make things better.
His gaze is still pinned on me so I say "I was….umm," I ramble looking around the room as I mentally wrack my brain to think of an explanation "I was thirsty." I finally speak.
I mentally facepalm myself as I think about how stupid this sounded. I mean seriously, I should have thought of something better. Why will a thirsty person come to a closet?
"Thirsty?" He says questionably. His eyes twitch as he takes a deliberate step forward.
"Yeah... I... uh, was thirsty... But then, I came here to get my phone..
