Tori
I'm certain that we've been made, that he's heading right towards us, but then something catches his attention across the room in the opposite direction, catching a quick glimpse of him reluctantly making his way. There's a look in his eyes as he meets my gaze for a brief moment, a hint of recognition almost detectable.
Despite my reservations, we make it to the door unbothered, slowly pushing it open to reveal a narrow hallway. Two doors line the wall to the right, and one to the left, leaving us with a guessing game no one wants to participate in.
Quietly, and carefully, we make our way down the corridor, deciding to stop by the first door on the right. The sounds of cutting, rushed chatter, and clinking glasses reveals the room to be a kitchen long before my eyes peer through
