"Come with me then." It seemed that his words echoed in the empty stairway, followed by a pregnant pause. Derek hoped for a yes, but he knew he was being too optimistic. It was quite late for her to even consider coming with him, not to forget her uncle who would come after him to hunt him down. But somewhere, deep down, he hoped that she would say yes. Would that make him feel a little bit less insecure? Maybe, maybe not.
On the other hand, Arya wanted to say yes in a heartbeat, that was before the paranoid part of her poked in with worries. What if he expects something to happen, considering he asked you to accompany him so late at night? Her conscience butted in. No, this is Derek, the one who was considerate about her feelings. Before her mind could process anything further, she ended
