"Hotness is not just about looks. It's about personality and sense of humour, too. And, there isn't anyone hotter than my girl."
...
There's a knock on the door again.
"Naira, it's me. I need my phone back."
"Oh, I don't know any 'me'. The only me I know is me, so whoever you are, leave before you get thrashed by me," my voice gets muffled through the door.
"I just need to speak with you and have my phone back. You can help out a fellow, no?"
"What do you have to say to me?" The curious cat in me makes me crack open the door again, looking at the pair of dark brown eyes staring at me. I frown as I stare at his familiar features, trying to place where I've seen him before I was even kidnapped.
"Firstly hand me my phone," he demands, and I shake my head, about to close the door again when he places his foot in between the door, stopping me. "At least listen to me."
