Time ✔️

Chapter Seventeen

Word Count: 1980

~Rosie

A knock on the door wakes me.

I barely have enough time to force my eyes open before Time glides into my room. He tugs the curtains open swiftly, allowing the light to stream right into my heavy eyes. It has to be some ungodly hour of the morning, considering how much my body protests. Plastering my sheets to my chest, I sit up, shielding my hands up against the light.

"I apologise about the rude awakening, however, we have places to be this morning," Time comments, standing at the foot of my bed, looking down at me impatiently. I grit my teeth, narrowing my eyes on him. Who knows what I could have been doing in here, and he just waltzed I'm in...

"Off to another questionable place in time?" I ask him. As much as I would like to see more of this place, I'm actually looking forward to getting out of here.

Time grins. "Not quite."

Thankfully, he steps out of the room long enough to allow me to get changed in privacy. When I emerge out into the living area, still groggy from my rude awakening, Time looks all ready to go. Yet something seems so slightly off about him that I can't quite put my finger on. The more I look at him, the more uneasy I feel.

"We're going outside," he announces, slipping a jacket over his shoulders. I flinch. As far as I was aware, there would never be a point where I would be allowed past that door.

"What happened to keeping a low profile?"

Time shrugs, before he stretches. "I've had the night to regain a lot of my power back from dragging us around throughout time, so now, I figured I would put a glamour upon myself, and take you out to brunch."

I can't help but eye him suspiciously. Brunch? It seems so civilised, I almost want to giggle. Having something as simple as brunch with a powerful immortal over a million years before my birthdate, seems like such an odd concept. Yet as I look at Time, he seems unfazed by his own idea. I suppose in the long life he's lived, he's come across stranger instances.

"What kind of glamour?" I ask him, looking him up and down. He's dressed quite handsome, and considering the fact that he's going to go outside with another appearance, he's dressed up for my sake.

And I can't help but smile at that.

"Not sure. A younger gentleman who people would naturally assume would be going out with such a beautiful woman," he comments, to which I roll my eyes.

His flattery is pointless on me, although I will admit, it does make my heart flutter.

"Fine. I will comply for this one day, and go out to brunch with you. However, I would like to make it clear that I'm only doing this because staying back here until you decide to leave, would be considerably boring," I announce, crossing my arms over my chest. Time only nods surely, clearly not convinced on my motive.

We leave the apartment together, walking side by side, but hopefully not coming across as a couple. I'm not sure what the public - who as we walk past down the street - see Time as, but no one gives us a second glance. It's refreshing, being amongst people, not having to worry about being seen by anyone. No one even seems to consider the fact that I might not look the same as this era of people.

I bet time travel isn't in their realm of knowledge.

"I've decided I quite like indulging in civil activities with my mate," Time comments, looking down at me with a slightly smile in my face.

"Stop saying we are mates. It doesn't change anything," I comment, nudging him. He chuckles. He might see it as a joke, but everytime he says it, it reminds me of why I'm here. I'm not here as a random girl he happened to meet. I'm here because I'm his mate and he's trying to protect me.