Aira
I descended the stairs thinking about those golden eyes. Was it a cat or an owl? But, those eyes...they were so intense as if they were watching me...observing my every movement...damn scary.
"There you are. I was going to call you out. What happened?"
"Nothing, why?"
"Ok. Come on..our show has started." She says as she grabs my hand and walks to the sofa, where we sit down.
"How to get away with Murder?" I ask as she starts scrolling through the shows.
"No. Ghost doctor."
"I am not going to watch that Ghost thing. It sounds creepy. But, you carry on. I am off." I said picking up the spaghetti bowl.
"Mm...this smells nice," I said as I made my way towards the stairs when she stopped me.
"Wait. That's not your bowl," she says as she exchanges the bowl with another. I blinked,
