Estelle
The room was small, but not cramped. There were two twin-sized beds in the middle of the room and a couch on the far end. There wasn't a lot to do, so I opted for staring at the ceiling while laying on one of the beds. 
It didn't take long before Leeciy to pipe up. "What should we do?" 
I shrug, counting the ceiling tiles again.
He sighs, before going quiet again. 
"Stellan's mad." Leeciy starts. "In fact, he was the one who escorted me to the building." 
I look over at him. 
"I wonder what's gonna happen to Cirus and September." Leeciy wonders aloud. 
I close my eyes, exhaling softly. 
"You can't give me the silent treatment forever." He mutters, walking over and sitting on the bed I was laying on. 
I open my eyes and look at him blankly. 
He hums a little tune that brings back memories from way back in Willowdale.
That brings a small smile to my face. 
"Alright, I got you to smile." He says, proud. "Estelle, I'm sorry." 
I tilt my head. 
"I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, and bringing up things that shouldn't be brought up." He continues with a pleading look. "Please just talk to me." 
"I forgive you." I breathe. "I was being over-dramatic."
He shakes his head. "You weren't over-dramatic, the problem is I crossed the line." 
I shake my head. "I'm stupid, I'm sorry." I sit up, looking at him. 
He wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. 
I rest my head on his shoulder, taking in his classic Leeciy scent. 
We stay like this for a few minutes before he pulls away. 
"We're here for twenty-four hours and we forgave each other twenty minutes in, what do we do now?" He asks. 
"We could take a nap?" I suggest I was kinda tired. 
He nods, standing up, pulling me with him. 
He peels back the covers, getting in. 
I follow, laying my head on his shoulder.
It wasn't long before sleep overtook me. 
***
"I wanna paint your nails," I mutter, holding Leeciy's hand in front of my face. "A nice purple, or a blue." 
I'd slept for around three hours, then woke up in a weird hazy state. 
"You and Cirus, both." He chuckles, leaning down and kissing my head. "'Cept she wants them a glittery pink color." 
"But imagine them in with a nice blue," I whisper, smiling. "They'd be so nice." 
He chuckles once again, squeezing my hand. "I promise, you can do my nails once we get out of here." 
I grin, looking up at him. "I'm excited." 
"D'ya think they'll bring food?" He asks. "I'm kinda hungry, I didn't eat breakfast." 
I nod. "They're not gonna starve us." 
"Not you at least, not with Lexon around." He says. 
"What do you mean?" I ask. 
He shrugs. "Lexon's a little biased towards you." 
"I guess, but he wouldn't starve you, because I'm biased as well," I mutter. 
"Are you now?" Leeciy asks, grinning. 
I nod. "I prefer you over Lexon, but don't tell anyone." 
He kisses my head a few times, lingering the last time. "ik hou van jou." 
I flip over so I'm on my stomach. "What does it mean?" 
"I'll tell you someday." He promises, lifting his hand up, with his pinky out. 
I link mine with it, grinning when he unlinks his. 
He looks down at me, a fond expression on his face, he leans down, kissing me gently, burying his hand in my hair. 
I move my hand so it rests on his cheek, leaning into him. 
Just like always, the kiss makes my heart pound with emotion, and nothing really matters but him. 
My hand subconsciously moves to his chest, where his heart was thumping under my chest, fast, and unevenly. 
We kiss for a little longer, my cheeks lighting with a soft purple blush. 
He pulls away, pressing his forehead to mine. 
"Are you okay?" I ask, drumming my fingers on his chest, trying to match the rhythm of his erratic heartbeat.
He grins. "I'm fine, you just make me nervous sometimes." 
I smile, the blush on my cheeks undoubtedly getting darker. 
"You're cute." He mutters, kissing my nose. 
I press my face into his neck. 
A knock on the door pulls us apart, forcing me to the other bed, pretending to pick at my cuticles.
A familiar person walks in, plopping food on the end table next to the couch. 
"Nigel?" I ask. 
He looks over. "Hello, Lexon wanted me to deliver these." He shrugs. 
"Why you?" Leeciy asks. "You work in weaponry." 
Nigel shrugs. "He's weird isn't he?" 
I nod. "Quite strange." 
"Also, there's a note." He says, setting an envelope on the top of the covered platter. 
"How long ago did he ask?"
"Like two minutes ago." Nigel shrugs. "Well, eat up." He walks out after that. 
I look over at Leeciy with a questioning look. 
"Do you think he's trying to poison us?" He asks, grinning. 
I shrug. "We should probably eat though, you said you were hungry."
We both get out of the beds, making our way over to the covered platter. 
"Let's have an indoor picnic," I suggest, carefully moving the warm platter to the floor. 
The envelope was set to the side as we uncover the platter, looking at our lunch. 
There was a thermos, which was warm to the touch. There were a few croissants on a plate, with a block of cheese and a few slices of meat. There was a covered bowl, which was filled with steamed vegetables, besides that, there was two small serving of pudding in ceramic dishes. 
We dig in, humming at the delightful taste of homemade food. 
"I love the cooks here." I hum. "I might pull an Alladin and steal some bread." 
"I full-heartedly support your decision, as long as you share." Filling his mouth up with another bite of croissant and cheese. 
It didn't take long to finish the main portion of the meal, and it only took a few minutes to finish the veggies. 
The pudding was the star of the show, blessing our taste buds with a chocolate taste. During the consumption of the pudding, I pull out the letter, passing it to Leeciy. 
He grins. "It's probably to you."
I nod, setting down my dish, grabbing the envelope. 
The letter was simple, addressed to Ms Ziveri. 
The stationary was creme, with brown accents in the corners, but the shocking thing was the print in the middle. 
'Smile. You're on camera.'