Sitting in one of the leather seats, was the familiar hooded figure. When I stepped into the room, I tipped my head to my father, before taking a seat in one of the whirly chairs, noticing how they both went silent, watching my every move.
"Continue." I looked at the hooded figure, studying him more intensely, trying to figure out who he was. His hood was down, and his short black hair, with silver tips, caught the sunlight. He had a chiseled jaw and black eyes that would occasionally meet mine. And he had small peircings in his ears.
Within those eyes, I could see his curiosity, and his amusement as I patiently waited for him to continue. Father coughed to interrupt the silence in the room, greeting Elias when he stepped in, then turning his brown eyes on me.
"Rebecca, where have you been, I've been waiting for you to return?" He started and I looked out the window.
