Wrong Number, Right Person
Chapter 4: Off the Grid
Rowan
Rowan:
Okay, don’t panic.
But I want to see you. In person.
Celina
Celina:
😳
That’s… sudden.
Rowan
Rowan:
I’ve been thinking about it since the vent.
I don’t like not knowing if you’re really okay.
Texts only go so far.
Celina
Celina:
You do realize we live one floor apart, right?
Rowan
Rowan:
Exactly. Which makes this ridiculous.
But my floor keycard won’t let me stop at 4B.
Just like yours doesn’t work for 5C, right?
Celina
Celina:
Yeah.
They lock the elevator after scanning. One scan, one floor.
No stairs between units either.
Just emergency exits with alarms.
Rowan
Rowan:
Weird setup. Even for a “luxury” place.
Celina
Celina:
It’s not weird. It’s creepy.
I used to think it was for privacy. Now it feels like something else.
Like the building doesn’t want us crossing over.
Rowan
Rowan:
So let’s break the pattern.
Not in here.
Let’s meet offsite.
Celina
Celina:
You’re serious?
Rowan
Rowan:
Completely.
There’s a coffeehouse on Hudson and 5th. Downtown. Neutral ground.
You go first. Leave the building before 11.
I’ll follow an hour later. Just in case someone’s watching.
Celina
Celina:
You think they are?
Rowan
Rowan:
I don’t think anything in this building is just for convenience.
And we’ve both been asking too many questions.
Celina
Celina:
What if they track the elevator logs?
Rowan
Rowan:
They won’t care if we exit.
They’ll care if we cross floors. Which we won’t.
Celina
Celina:
God, this is like planning a prison break.
Celina
Celina:
Yeah.
I’ll wear a red hoodie. If I get there first, I’ll sit by the window.
If you don’t show, I’ll assume you got caught or eaten by the wall vent monster.
Rowan
Rowan:
Tempting fate there, Nieves.
Celina
Celina:
My specialty.
Rowan
Rowan:
I’ll find you.
No elevator, no wall, no rule’s keeping me from showing up.
Celina
Celina:
That’s…
Honestly kinda hot.
Rowan
Rowan:
Just wait ‘til you see me in person.
Then decide if it’s still worth the risk.
Celina
Celina:
I already know.
See you tomorrow.
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