Somewhere around the second floor, after wiggling the sleepy pins and needles from her ass and legs, Naea finally decided to stand up, bag in hand and wait for the doors to open. She wouldn't be taking the faster route anymore. Knee be damned.
Much as she hated to admit it to herself, the situation hadn't been all bad. Except for the last part where her leg decided to completely betray her and practically toss her into Zio's lap. Linnaea looked straight at the doors as she felt the flush rise in her cheeks again while she remembered his hot breath and that sensation he left her with. It was then she decided that she would resume her way of avoiding him like The Plague.
So why was it that some part of her didn't really want that to happen?
"Not everyone can have the luck I had when it comes to company." A smirk, a shrug and a readjusting of her bag. "You have no idea."