I follow Stella to the balcony, the place is silent as cold, only a tint of wind whistles the whole surroundings. I hug myself feeling the cold atmosphere. Stella rotates back to me, then eyes me up down. I frown at, and she nudges her head up in a weird way.
"What?" I sneer at her.
"A dude's shirt?" She scoffs.
I look down at myself, the large shirt hardly run down my knees. I look round the room, surprisingly no one except I and Stella are present in the room.
"I had no choice...mm, what's your plan?" I ask her.
Vigilantly, with her eyes occupied, she moves around impatiently. Her thumb caressing her jaw, she looks up, suddenly in alarm. She moves to the railing, her slim, long fingers caress the iron rail. A bright teeth-full smile appears on her face as her eyes meet my confused one that has been monitoring her strange movement.
"To escape." she tones with confidence.
