"Where am I?" I scan the entire room. I'm sure this isn't mine.
"Who owns this room?" I murmur, while wondering how I get here. Then I remember I was with Mr. Little One. Yeah! I named him like that since he always calls me Little One. So, why not calling him with that same name, too? Well, he's not little and so am I. I'm not too short for his height, too. I'm 5'6" and he's 6'0". Or maybe, 6'1".
Then the door opens and a woman who I guess in her mid Forty's comes in holding a tray of food.
"Good evening, miss. I have brought you some dinner."
"Evening? Wait, did you just say dinner??"
"Yes, miss."
"OMG! Where the heck am I? Whose room is this? I don't remember coming here. I have to go. I-"
My sentence is cut-off when Mr. Little One comes inside. He's on his plain shirt again and
