Ding Dong...
Right on time, the bell to Fara's penthouse rang at exactly 8 PM.
Fara, already dressed in her going-out outfit for her date with Ziggy, swung the door open.
As usual, that grin was the first thing she saw, plastered across Ziggy's face. It was a grin Fara both hated and was sometimes strangely drawn to.
"Let's go," Fara said, starting to step out, but Ziggy grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back inside.
"Who said we were going anywhere?" he whispered.
He kept pushing her until her back hit the wall. "Let's chat here for a bit," Ziggy said, leaning in closer.
That familiar sensation sent shivers down Fara's spine."I thought you were picking me up," Fara protested when she finally regained her senses.
"I am, but we'll talk here first." Ziggy helped himself inside, making Fara stomp her foot in annoyance.
