Amy's face deepened into a scowl, as she made her way out of the living room.
What the heck was he doing? He was suddenly interested in taking selfies after like, nine-hundred-and ninety years of behaving like someone from the stone age.
Well, they fitted each other just right. Amy didn't need someone that boring. The way he smiled haunted her. She didn't even think he'd smiled like that with her. He'd never for once taken a phone, asking them to take a photo. It was stupid, and…
‘Argh! Why am I thinking of it!?’ Amy snapped in her head, hating how she was so bothered by it.
Then she found a justified reason to be annoyed.
“Just take a look at this!” She bellowed, like she'd snatched the words at the last minute she needed it. “Does he think he's going to come into my room again? Ce
