GRAYSON STOPPED IN FRONT OF THE MAIN ENTRANCE, which surprisingly looked newly polished in green, and searched his jean pockets. "Shit, where did I leave them?" She watched as a strand of his hair fell over his eyes from the violent movements he was making as he looked around him, frantically.
"Grayson, what are you looking for?"
"The keys, fucking hell they were- Oh, there they are." He took out a set of keys and inserted one of them in the lock. She laughed at his behaviour which earned her a flip of the finger. Turning his gaze towards her, he pushed the door open to be met with complete darkness. Bringing his finger to his lips, he motioned for her to be silent. He took her hand in his and closed the door behind them.
