Going outside, I sit on the wooden chair next to the stairs. After a few minutes, Theo and Tobias walk out. Theo has a bag on his back, he sits on the steps and puts on a pair of hiking boots, Tobias does the same.
“So where are we going?” I ask. I really hope not hiking. Me and hiking don’t mix, and I don’t even have shoes, only heels which I’m not wearing.
“You will see when we get there, come here,” Tobias says, holding his hand out to me.
“No, you just dropped me off the second floor, I’m not going near you.” I cross my arms defiantly.
“I can take her,” Theo says, trying to break up our standoff.
“No, she can come with me,” he says. Theo shrugs and Tobias holds out his hand expectantly. “Now, Imogen,” I hate when he says my name like that, sounds like he is scolding a child.
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