Twenty - II

Charlotte is in a pale floral dress that reaches halfway down her calves, a cropped leather jacket on her top half.

Neither of them are particularly ready for the cold.

The guards lead them out.

As soon as they step out, the bustling, noisy hallway goes completely silent, and she can feel eyes following her as soon as she takes a step.

There's a thin walkway between the people lining the hall, and Charlotte determinedly takes the lead, retaking Conrad's hand.

Conrad can't stop the amused smile crawling onto her face, and Charlotte sticks her chin out, marching down the hallway.

Conrad's heels are the only noise in the corridor.

"Adamo and Rosser," a man yells, and Conrad's eyes scan the crowd, finally landing on the man with a schedule in his hand.

Charlotte allows Conrad to move in front of her, the two of them never releasing hands as they stand in front of the man.

She can hear Atlas walking towards them; his footsteps are heavy.

"Rosser," Conrad states calmly, and the man nods, ra