I was enraged at being interrupted from an interesting session with the person I would rather stand with than the man who had pulled my arm.
"Come with me," he mouthed.
I had to reluctantly tag along as I couldn't get myself out of the tight grip of his hand. I cried a silent prayer, hoping that at least Lucas would tag along for a while if he could. But he was stuck with the people gathered around him. All I could hear from his side was him swearing at the opportune time at me having been taken away.
I was dragged away until we reached an empty hallway in the Division of Modernism in the Science Section, a place I had never been through in the whole of the past month. How he had found me on that floor was the question as I never saw him leave his block. But perhaps standing and walking near the rails to purposely make me feel jealous had backfired on him when he started to notice me going missing.
