Chapter 11: Chapter 11 Invitation

"So, how old are you?"

"25."

"Really?" I asked in surprise "You look older."

"I get that a lot." Will answered grinning "You?"

"19." I said smiling sheepishly.

"What's your favorite color?" He asked looking at me with a lopsided smile which made my stomach do somersaults.

"Blue."

Blue had always been my favorite color. It reminded me of the sky and the oceans. It had always reminded me of freedom and beauty.

"Yours?" I asked him.

"Black."

"Black, seriously?" I asked Will, raising my eyebrow. "Black is your favorite color? That's depressing."

I sat cross legged on the bed, while Will lay down across from me.

We'd been talking for what seemed like hours now. I'd completely lost track of time. Talking to him definitely took my mind of the current situation we were in.

If we hadn't been captured and imprisoned by the most dangerous criminal in the country I'd probably be having a great time.

He snorted pulling me out of my dark thoughts.