Tristan had never met anyone who didn’t notice when a fire alarm rang. Yet as his class walked quickly out of the room, he noticed that someone had not joined the line. Tristan had been told not to go back for anything in a fire, but he rather thought that girls oblivious to the danger didn’t apply.
Tristan ran over to her. “Hey, let’s go.”
The girl looked up from the papers she was studying. She looked vaguely familiar, but Tristan was new and didn’t know all the names yet. Hers was Renee, he thought. “Why?” she asked.
Tristan was amazed. “Um. There’s a fire?” Renee turned back to her papers.
Tristan coughed at the smoke in the room, but Renee was unaffected. He grabbed her, pulling her with him as he ran to the window, opened it, and jumped out. Once they were far away, Tristan let go of her and collapsed on the ground, still coughing. He looked up and saw that Renee was glaring at him. “We almost died!” he said in his own defense.
Her glare turned fiercer. “I lost something worth dying for.”