꧁𝚆𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊. ꧂
"I preferred to be in a war zone then b...
"Woah... This place is nice" Spencer exclaimed looking around my huge apartment.
"Why thank you, I chose it myself" I replied, setting my bag down by the door, then restarting the alarm system.
"And that is a lot of locks on one door" Spencer pointed out.
"I know, there's 5 door locks, cameras outside the building, and outside my apartment. If the front door is pushed with to much force as alarm goes off, that contacts the police immediately" I explained kicking off my heals and walking over to the kitchen.
"Well I doubt anyone will be breaking in anytime soon" Spencer chuckled following me. I walked towards the cabinet, pulled out a very expensive bottle of whiskey and setting it on the island unit, while I took two large crystal glasses out of my cabinet.
"Oh-I-I can't drink, I'm driving" Spencer mentioned rocking back on his heals.
"I have a spare room if it helps" I pointed out, in all honesty after seeing Louis or whatever, I really didn't want to be alone. I had been trying to tell myself that what I saw in the bar, was just my mind tricking me, but I was still terrified. "You don't have to, it's just-"
"No it's fine, I'll have a glass then" Spencer said as he pulled out a stool from under the unit and took a seat. I poured us a large glass each and leaned back against the counter taking large sips of the golden brown liquid, sighing as it burned the back of my throat. "So how are you feeling?"
"I-I-uh- better... Sorry you shouldn't have had to see that"
"Don't apologise" Spencer stated wincing as he drunk a bit of his drink. "So-uh-if you don't mind me asking, wh-who did you think you saw?"
I looked down and away from Spencer, if I said I saw my brother Louis, then Spencer would ask why I had a panic attack from seeing my brother, and then I would have to explain my whole life story. "Ok, never mind" Spencer sighed "Second question, French is your first language"
"That wasn't a question, that was a statement" I pointed out
"So I'm right?" Spencer asked
"Mhm" I hummed taking another sip of my drink before re-filling the glass.
"Fox isn't really a French surname, so I'm guessing your mother is French?" Spencer mused
"Both my parents are French... Uh-my surname is complicated" I replied
