18 Outskirts of Glasgow

She bit her lip. Oh no, she didn't know where she was. Was she anywhere near Glasgow even? In the heat of things, literally, she hadn't even asked him that yet. Her worried eyes lifted to clash with Feanor's. He was standing in front of her now. He supplied the answer to her question," Outskirts of Glasgow. A couple of hours from the city."

She was mildly embarrassed to realize that he could hear what Imogen was saying. With a mock glare she moved away even further. But it didn't help. Just as he had been able to hear her, Imogen had heard him too.

"Idril, is he there? Outskirts of Glasgow? Are you at his house?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Its public knowledge he has a place there. It is in many of his interviews, didn't you know?"

"No. Imogen, could you lower your volume a little please?" Idril hissed, keeping an eye out to check how far Feanor was. "He can hear what you are saying."

"Oh sorry. When are you coming back? Or are you?"

Idril hesitated. She didn't know. Feanor said they will be spending the day together. But she had to get her clothes first.

"I don't know. In a couple of hours I guess."

"Do you want me to come pick you up?"

"Er… no. He said he will give me a ride." Idril said, a little awkwardly.

"He did?" She said oddly. "Okay. Please keep me updated about your plans. See you." And she rang off.

Feanor asked her when she gave her phone back to him," We should be leaving now if you want to reach your hotel in a couple of hours."

"You could hear her from over there?"

"No, I guessed." His sudden blinding smile caught her unawares. "Come on. We have the whole of the day ahead of us. Once you collect your things from your hotel, we will go out sightseeing, of course, assuming that you have no objection to do that with me?" He asked her, in all seriousness.

"Of course not." She answered with her own radiant smile.