The two of you moved silently in the shadows of the streets. It was a lot darker now and you must have spent at least a few hours underground, in fact being up on the surface and out in the open felt a little strange. Slowly you followed the man known as the phantom down the street towards your home. In fact this man himself was a little strange, from the way he acted and the way he dressed. While you were with him in that place the one thing that kept bothering you was that mask. Why was he wearing half a mask? And why did he insist on hiding in the shadows? He had told you a little about his past but not much. He said that he worked at the opera house when it wasn't in this state but he wasn't a performer. Maybe some day he'll tell you more but for now you were more than happy to be left in mystery letting you imagination fill in the gaps. You arrived outside your house outside the window of your room. Lucky for you it hasn't been shut by the maid yet. You knew how to get in there as this wasn't the first time you had to sneek into your own room but it also wasn't something that you wanted to admit to.
"Do you need a hand?" He asked you. You shook your head and began to clime on top of some conveniently placed boxes and pulled yourself up onto your balcony using a few loose bricks. Once you were up you turned and looked down to face the man who had accompanied you home and thank him for his kindness but he was already gone. Finding that a little strange and rude you we went back into your into your room. Changing into you warm pyjamas you crawled into your bed.
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The next morning you had decided to sleep in a little longer than normal. But once you did wake up you slowly Began to make your way downstairs were you found your father waiting for you in the main hall.
"Good morning sweet heart," he greeted making you smile. You began to head towards the dining room where your breakfast or lunch had been prepared for you.
"You've got a guest waiting for you in the living room" you're fathers voice echoed. Many questions raced through your head. Not having many friends meant that you didn't get many visitors so who knew what mysterious person was waiting for you in that room. Soon the excitement overcame you and you found yourself face to face with the same man who you had met yesterday.
"(Name) I hope you remember Robin Harris, he certainly remembers you apparently you met yesterday, " your farther spoke from the doorway. You smiled at the memory which was shamefully forgotten with the meeting of the phantom.
"Yes I remember him," you admitted smiling, "though I am confused why you are here?" Robin didn't waste time in replying. He looked towards your farther as if asking permission to which he nodded. You felt left out of the loop and wanted to be included.
"I wanted to know if you (name) would be interested in joining me for a stroll in the park this afternoon?" Robin asked. Your heart jumped out of your chest. Of course you wanted to go with him. He was charming, kind, good looking, funny and much more. You couldn't speak through surprise so you nodded. After realising how childish you looked you quickly gained back your ability to speak.
"Yes I would be delighted to accompany you to the park for a stroll, " you replied mentally congratulating yourself for sounding extremely sophisticated. Robins smiled widely at your reply.
"That is great news. I'll pick you up around 2. And as much as I do appreciate your relaxed personality I trust you'll be wearing something a little more formal" he joked. You blushed realising at what was being hinted towards and slowly looking down towards your cloths. You were still wearing your pajamas therefore throwing all attempts at being mature and thrown out the Window. Sighing with defeat you watched the charming Robin Harris walk out the door leaving you with your imagination already creating ideas about what could happen replacing the memories of last night spent with the phantom
