"Where are we going?" Lillian asked as she followed Roman. They had to intertwine their hands over and over again as her hands keep slipping through his.
"Just be patient, fairy godmother." He said, turning to face her with a smile on his face and light shining in his eyes.
"How do you even know where you are going anyway?" Lillian asked, giggling.
There has to be some kind of alcohol in the drink. I feel too much like a twelve-year-old kid sneaking out of class.
He took her through corridors and they stopped in front of a wall.
"Dead end?" Lillian asked, raising her eyebrows at him.
"You wish," he said, reaching into the wall and it opened up. "After you, lady."
Lillian looked inside then at him, "At this point, you could be planning my death."
"I could be," he said, smiling. "But would you be willing to take that risk?"
