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Miranda’s heart beat frantically, as the hooded stranger held her tightly, locking the store’s door behind him. “Be quiet.”
She had no idea why she listened, and honestly, she didn’t think much of it. There was no one within hearing distance anyway. “What… are you going to do to me?” she whispered, her eyes fixed on him. His hood hid has face well in the dark room. “I don’t have any money.”
His head cocked up, though she still couldn’t see his face. “I don’t want money.”
Her throat grew even tighter. She couldn’t even bring herself to ask. What exactly did he want? As she pondered a way to escape the situation, he released her. She stared, as he seemed to completely ignore her, turning his attention to the ruckus outside. Miranda stared… and stared… and frowned. Somehow, she felt agitated at his complete ignorance at her existence. She opened her mouth, but as if he expected it, he closed the blinds and turned back to her. “Just stay quiet.”
“…Why?”
He didn’t respond, brushing past her quickly. She looked over her shoulder, watching him wander around the room. She lingered and then her eyes drew toward the lightswitch. Without a single thought, her hand moved and the lights flickered on. She could see him now, but his back was still facing her and his body had grown rigid. “…Turn the light… off.”
“Why?” She asked. He seemed unarmed… Almost as if he had no intention of hurting her. It made her suspicious. “Do you not want me to see your face or you just hideous…?”
“If I show you my face… will you turn the light off?”
“Yes,” Miranda answered more surely than she actually felt. Slowly, he drew the hood off his head, revealing a mass of black curls. Then he turned to face her, and her heart stopped, catching sight of dark greeneyes. Guys like him aren’t supposed to be so gorgeous, she thought. His skin was a creamy shade of caramel with a serious look on his tired, yet handsome face. She held her breath defiantly. She didn’t want to admit his beauty.
“You… promised,” he said, and her face flushed.
“Right…” Last thing she wanted was for this guy to call her a liar. She turned the lights back off. “…You’re not going to hurt me,” she said finally. He didn’t respond. “What do you want from me then?”
“I don’t want anything… I just don’t want anyone to get hurt,” he said, and his eyes flickered back to the closed windows. “The lights would draw attention to this place.”
“What’s going on out there?”
“…They’re looting…” The way he said that, Miranda knew he knew exactly who they were.
“Why aren’t you?”
“It’s not my style.”
“You’re not stopping them, either.” He looked at Miranda, as if she suddenly caught his interest. “You can’t be the good guy and the bad guy at the same time.”
He was hesitant at first. Then, catching her off guard, he responded, “What if you don’t have a choice?”
It was silent at first. Then a voice from outside called, “Antonio! Where are you, man?! We’ve got to go!”
He cocked his head up at the window, and threw his hood over his head again. “Hide. Then call the police.”
“Antonio…” He looked at her, startled for a moment. “That’s your name?”
He blinked. “Yes… Antonio Accardi… Yours?”
She hesitated. “Miranda Persaud,” she said, holding her hand out to him. Staring at it, he lingered, and then looked at her face. He took her hand, and then surprising her, laid his other hand on the side of her neck and softly laid a kiss on her cheek. Her face flushed a deep crimson.
Antonio gave a devilish grin, leaning his forehead against hers. “I look forward to meeting you again, Ms. Persaud.”

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