Thanks to the heating pads Grayson gave me, my feet were no longer icy. I still can't believe I walked my way here barefoot. I felt nothing of the cold until I met Grayson.
I watched as he wore my warm feet, socks and then some shoes, I was surprised it was my size.
"These are my moms, she doesn't wear them anymore," he said, fixing the tie.
"Thank you" I mumbled as I took my time to scan his room. It was just portable and had a mostly black aesthetic, but definitely a mess, just like my room sometimes.
"Here"
I turned to him when he handed me a warm drink. I slowly took it and sipped it gradually. I felt my side dip from his weight when he sat on it and I turned to him.
"How did you get here, Emma?" he asked, puzzled.
"I don't know," I admitted. "A voice told me to"
"A voice?" he blinked.
