"Um, Phil," he says. "I'm sorry, do you need help?"
"No," I say gently shaking my head, "your hair just matches the sky and it's really cool." I'm still smiling. He is so mesmerizing, his eyes are like the day but his hair is like the night. I let go of his wrist.
"Are you lost?" I ask.
"Yeah, actually. I have no idea were I am."
"Well," I say, "unless you are looking for drugs or prostitutes, you're in the wrong neighborhood."
"I knew you seemed too happy for a normal person," Phil laughs. "Why don't you lead me in the right direction to get out of here?"
"Why don't I lead you to where I am?" I say, stepping closer.
He laughs, "You're cute, but I don't know you."
"What do you mean? I know your name and your eye color, we are practically best friends," I exclaim.
"Mhm," Phil stands with his arms crossed, trying to just listen with out dying of laughter.
"Come onnnnn," I whine.
"Fine," Phil agrees, "but you have to get me out of here after."
"Agreed," I smile and take his hand back to te house.
