under a heavy fringe of bangs. Angular cheeks set off her face, and part of Noah wanted to grab the nearest camera and take a few pictures before he called security on her. She'd broken in somehow, that much was clear, and he'd never met her before in his life. How did she know his name?
"I am Amanda."
The woman spoke simply, as though it was of little importance to her. While Noah was busy trying to pick his jaw up from the floor and figure out how she got past locked doors and a security system, she turned away from him to examine the studio. He watched her turn a slow circle while the quiet voice of reason in his head said he should have probably been calling the cops. She didn't look dangerous, though, so he was content to try and find out what she was doing there before he went for help.
"How do you know who I am?"
Her attention was back on him in an instant, unnerving in its intensity. She looked at him as though nothing else even existed, and he nearly shrank back from it.
"You know as well as I do. You're tired. You need to rest."
Noah was the last thing from tired now. He could hear his pulse in his ears, and sleep was the last thing on his mind. "Miss, the studio is closed. If you're lost, or you need to call a cab or something..." He trailed off as she started wringing her hair out. "Did you walk here?"
"No." She straightened, brushing her hair over her shoulder and wrinkling her nose when it flopped against her back. "I flew, Noah. It's much faster, despite the rain."
His thoughts came to a screeching halt. "Flew?"
Amanda shrugged, turning her attention to her clothes and wringing them in much the same fashion as she did her hair. "Yes."
Alright, he thought. Turns out the woman that broke into the studio is actually insane. She sounds like she believes what she's saying.
"Like...flew, flew. With wings."
An eyebrow arched, and she fixed him with an even look of tempered exasperation. "Yes, Noah. I flew with wings. My wings, in fact."
"Who are you, again?"
Her hands rested on her hips. "Noah, you've been briefed already. You know these things."
"Briefed by who?" His hand inched towards his cellphone. If he could keep her distracted...
"I am Amanda."
The woman spoke simply, as though it was of little importance to her. While Noah was busy trying to pick his jaw up from the floor and figure out how she got past locked doors and a security system, she turned away from him to examine the studio. He watched her turn a slow circle while the quiet voice of reason in his head said he should have probably been calling the cops. She didn't look dangerous, though, so he was content to try and find out what she was doing there before he went for help.
"How do you know who I am?"
Her attention was back on him in an instant, unnerving in its intensity. She looked at him as though nothing else even existed, and he nearly shrank back from it.
"You know as well as I do. You're tired. You need to rest."
Noah was the last thing from tired now. He could hear his pulse in his ears, and sleep was the last thing on his mind. "Miss, the studio is closed. If you're lost, or you need to call a cab or something..." He trailed off as she started wringing her hair out. "Did you walk here?"
"No." She straightened, brushing her hair over her shoulder and wrinkling her nose when it flopped against her back. "I flew, Noah. It's much faster, despite the rain."
His thoughts came to a screeching halt. "Flew?"
Amanda shrugged, turning her attention to her clothes and wringing them in much the same fashion as she did her hair. "Yes."
Alright, he thought. Turns out the woman that broke into the studio is actually insane. She sounds like she believes what she's saying.
"Like...flew, flew. With wings."
An eyebrow arched, and she fixed him with an even look of tempered exasperation. "Yes, Noah. I flew with wings. My wings, in fact."
"Who are you, again?"
Her hands rested on her hips. "Noah, you've been briefed already. You know these things."
"Briefed by who?" His hand inched towards his cellphone. If he could keep her distracted...
