"Ahhhhh—" Crystal screamed in an empty dark room. She looked around to find darkness everywhere.
"How on the face of this earth can I manage to get kidnapped or trapped in a cell for the third time? What kind of NIF Agent would I be?" Crystal told herself.
"Hey, I didn't kidnap you." a male voice said from the entrance and he opened a bedside table lamp.
"Ugh-" Crystal shrivelled up, "Thank God it's you."
"How many times do I need to tell you not to jumpscare me? I am sensitive to noise," She debated.
"And a NIF agent." Caleb smiled.
Crystal pursed her lips in silence.
"So I just called you Mrs. Fitzgerald out of fun and you started dreaming of me?" Caleb laughed.
"What dream, I am not dreaming of you," Crystal recalled her dream and covered her face in the bed.
"Oh God, so that was why you were moaning my name, how nasty," Caleb smirked.
