Alexander cursed under his breath. Oh well, time to screw with her head! "Why do you think I am running?" He asked sarcastically, answering her question with another question. He held up a bag draped over his shoulder. "So... Miss Emina. Are you going to follow me home or can I go now?" He prayed she was not going to say yes, as he knew he would be looking for a vacant house for sale to occupy for the night. He did feel bad for her, though. Maybe it was that aura she had that-<br/><br/>"Dammit... Hey, Emina? You don't know where a good hotel is, do you?" Alexander asked. He had just realized she was a spirit by her aura. Why did she, his favorite writer of all people, have to be a spirit? But she wasn't just a spirit. She was the one he had nearly melted just seconds ago! He sighed. This was going to end horribly wasn't it?<br/><br/>"Forget it... Be seeing you..." He said as he turned to leave.