I took a nap in his room. The smell of pizza woke me up, I got up and went out to the kitchen. "Oh, I was gonna bring it to you."

"Pizza in bed...really?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"I forgive you, okay, relax. I cooled off..."

"Like she hulk." Jim jokes, rising his eyebrow.

"I take that as a compliment." He clears his throat and stops my hand from grabbing a slice. "Come on stop food blocking."

"After this we're going to the cops, deal?"

I tilt my head to the side. "Nice job, Sherlock."

"I see you are snappy when you're hungry."

I take five slices and a can Sprite, fries too. Chewing off huge chunks to the point that my jaws are poking out. I mumbled something but it's in inaudible. My phone rings. I swallow hard then answer it. "Yeah?"

. "Okay, Maya said you fled the dorm, what's up?!" Yasmine exclaims

"I'll tell you later."

"Amanda-"

I hang up. "Well." I say to Jim who stands there watching me instead of eating. "Are you gonna eat?"

"I'm enjoying the show...god you eat like a slob."

"Haha." I wipe my chin that drips with sauce and slurp up a string of hanging cheese.

After devouring junk, we go outside where green grass of sweet June greets us. A blue sky and hotness...the scent of hot concrete. Cars zip by on a one way street a few blocks from the city. Jim stops me from booking an uber. "We can walk, it's not far."

"So you want to do it the old fashioned way...?" I complain.

"We're walking."

My flats flop hard on the sidewalk, purposely of course. "Come on, I haven't walked to my destination since grammar school. This sucks."

"Damn your spoiled."

"I am, so carry me." I see his eyes spark, a mischievous grin spreads his face. He stares down at me before swooping me up like a baby into his arms. He was tone, not insanely, Jim was nicely built and he felt nice against me. "I'm not flirting with you by asking this I just don't want to walk."

"Uh huh sure." Traffic halts at the end of the block, which was a few feet away. "Hold on tight..."

"Don't say spider money."

Jim runs forward, fast, the wind whips my hair and face, I feel as if I'm flying. I stare down at his feet that are steady and quick. careful. We make it to the crossing, to the other side of the street. I smile, giggling, unwrapping my arms from around his neck, which prompts him to grip me closer, firmer. I raise my hands above my head, leaning back. Yelling. This goes on for the next two blocks, me letting loose. Me clearing my mind and having fun like a kid again. "Okay, okay, I'm dizzy stop."

He reverts to walking. Huffing. "Now I feel forgiven." Aww. I fight from saying out loud. He climbs up the police station stairs, me still in his arms.

Inside, officers sit at desks, working on phones, a few chat around a desk. One looks up with a dull expression from the desk, a woman. "This isn't the hospital, that's across the street."

"Oh, no I'm cool..." I wiggle so Jim can put me down, and stumble to the desk. "Anyway," I eye the officer. "I'm here with evidence of sexual harassment and will like to file a report."