Lovis A Narrative Fiction

“Next floor?” Lovisa asked hopefully after coming back to him. It had been little more than an hour, and she had already seen everything on the first floor. “Of course, my dear,” Pietro answered, grinning. He couldn’t say no to those beautiful green eyes. Who could? Lovisa’s face lit up in a smile. “Awesome!” She exclaimed before grabbing his wrist, “Come on!” Pietro allowed himself to be dragged by the much smaller girl, gaining some strange looks from the other visitors. Not that he really cared and Lovisa was too preoccupied to notice. After she ignored the elevator and walked past it, she started running up the stairs. Though even she noticed how winded she got when she reached the top. Leaning on the wall for a second, she panted, regaining lost breath. “Alright then,” Lovisa said, straightening up, “I’m going to show you around!” She felt kind of guilty about ignoring Pietro, so she decided to make it up to him. Pietro smiled at the slightly smaller girl, and allowed himself to be led all over the floor. It felt slightly ironic to be given a tour by someone who hadn’t even been there before. Lovisa chattered on and on about her …show more content…
Lovisa didn’t fight him when he took her hand in his own and started leading her down the dark streets of New York. Well, not that dark actually. ‘The City that Never Sleeps’ is an accurate title; lights from stores and lamps lit the streets that were supposed to be black, and people still milled about in enormous crowds even though it was nearing midnight. There was a crowd of tourists who were blowing bubbles, for what reason- neither of them knew. Lovisa giggled again before resting her head on Pietro’s shoulder and yawning. So tired… Pietro looked down at her with a touch of affection. They were still quite far from Stark’s Tower, so Pietro hefted her into his arms. Lovisa barely registered his arms around her as he ran the rest of the