Café 143:
Alexa glared at Thirdy. If he didn't change the movie she wouldn't be stuck here with him.
She blew out a sigh while trying to compose herself. In this kind of situation, she needed to be calmed.
Looking around, her eyes ended at the kitchen. She walked towards it dragging Thirdy with her.
"Alright. Aragonian, tell me are you right or left-handed?" She asked as they both stood by the sink.
"Left."
By that, Alexa looked down. Her right hand was stuck and Thirdy had his left.
"It's not really hard to write with your right hand," she looked him in the eyes anyd faked a smile, "so let's just cut your wrist and bring you to hospital," Saying that, she stretched a hand to grab a knife.
But she was immediately stopped when Thirdy seized her other hand.
"Stop messing with me, Alexa. Call your mom and figure it out."
Unlike before, Thirdy's voice was full of authority.
