"Yes mom, everything went perfectly okay. It's not like the plane caught fire." I giggle into the receiver at her random concerns, and switch shoulders to finish unpacking
Once she finished repremanding me for that comment, I hang up with promises to be a good girl.
I sprawl onto the hotel bed, ready to pass out forever. Comfy bed, kill my insomnia. It's been a 5 hour flight, let me sleep.
Nope.
With that I gather my willpower, kick off my painful heels, and blindly search for chamomile tea. When I lean over a hairpin wiggles loose. I discard it and all its buddies, including my hair tie.
I forgot my tea. Great. Considering the fact that I won't be able to sleep if I don't, I confirm the desperate need to call room service.
With nimble feet from years of ballet, I patter over to the phone. Which number is it? Hmmm....
An explosion of hellfire mushrooms behind me. Whirling around leads to smoke stinging my eyes. A man stands in the middle of the explosion's aftermath.
"F*** tea." I mutter.
The man stalks towards me, leaving a thousand different options to fly through my mind. Do I back up? Fight? Screw it.
I walk towards him with firm steps, unwilling to back down. Once we met in the middle, I tilt my head back, press a hand to a cocked hip, and meet his eyes.
"Sir, I think you have the wrong room." Despite my fear, I focus soley on those blue eyes.
He smiles briefly, unnervingly.
"What if I'm not?" He stares right back and pulls out a shotgun, pointing it at me.
"Then shoot me." I grab the barrel and press it to my chest. Mom always said that if someone attacks you, the only thing to do is act crazy. Lunatics are intimidating.
"I like you. Anyhow, shooting people for fun isn't my style." This time I recieve a breathtaking grin.
Okay, I give up! I can't go against someone who actually IS batshit crazy.
An arm wraps around my waist, holding me in place against him. Before I can process anything, he leans down and whispers in my left ear. My eyes widen, but I take his words to heart.
"Darlin, I won't shoot you, but would you mind being a hostage?"