Paris, The City of Love

"I don't mind, I'd have to ask her though." he said, turning to Teressa. "My sis is wondering if we want to eat at her place. Would you like to?"

 

She shrugged.
"Sure I guess," she said, still adjusting her belt.

 

"Alright, let's get you checked out and go." he said, getting up.

 

She nodded after fixing the belt. She talked with the doctor getting her release papers and looked back at Jordan.
"I'm all set to go," she said walking to the exit.

 

He took her hand and walked with her.

 

She blushed and looked up at him.
"You're holding my hand?" she said in more like a question

 

"Why are you blushing? I was holding your hand the entire time we were at the hospital." he said.

 

"I never noticed," she said.

 

"If you don't want me to, I won't." he said, starting to let go.

 

She held onto his closer.
"I'd rather you did. It makes me feel...safe," she said softly.

 

"Alright." he said, smiling.

 

She smiled slightly, until she heard some yelling from down the hall. She recognized it as her father's. She pulled Jacob with her.
"Follow me!" she said running down a different hallway. She tried to think of how her father knew she was here.

 

He followed her down the hall.

 

She came onto a dead end.
"I'm going to hide. Make sure he doesn't see me," she said. She ran behind a large trash can, pushing herself against the wall as much as she could, making sure no one would be able to see her.

 

"Alright." he said, standing in front of the trash can.

 

Teressa could hear her father at the end of the hallway. Her heart was beating as quick as it could. She looked at the side to see if he was watching. She saw him staring down the hallway and saw him look straight at her. She jumped back, hearing him yell out her full name, knowing she had been found.

 

He stood in front of her, putting his hand on the hilt of his katana, just in case he needed it. He hoped he didn't, though.

 

Teressa saw him walking down the hallway. She sighed standing up and getting next to Jordan. She put her hand on his to ensure him he didn't need it. She never kept her eyes off her father. She walked up to him and tried to explain things.

 

Jordan walked with her.

 

She pushed Jordan back with her.
"My dad wants me to go home.. He said he won't lay a hand on me whatsoever," she said.