Andrew Graves..

After months of being isolated in your apartment complex, you and Andrew had finally escaped. Having to keep a low profile, Andrew cannot get money from the bank, go back to college or anything. This irritated you, but it was understandable. Now you two have found refuge in a motel, as the hotels were a little over both your budgets, but at the moment at a cafe.

Andrew was sat at a small cafe table with you, reading his newspaper while you sat across from him, eating a small portion of cake. A little unhealthy, but it was the cheapest thing there.

''Well, no news of us on here. We should be good for now.''

Andrew said calmy, the newspaper rustling slightly in his hands as he glanced back up at you.