Black Swan (3)

"My ankle's been better. I'm just having a…fun discussion with production staff since someone messed with my stuff. How's your throat? Heading somewhere?" Ari asked curiously as he stepped away from the door.

Ever since Benjamin had spoken about Carlos, he had wondered what was going on, especially seeing that Carlos was dressed as if he were heading out.

After looking around, Carlos gave him a wry smile before responding,"…My throat's been better. I'm going home to get some work done." 

"…we can leave?"

Ari had thought they were trapped like rats in a cage, being tortured by the PDs.

"I got special permission, plus people sneak out all the time."

"Oh really. How?"

"Side door on the dance studio side. The security guard takes a nap in the evenings." Carlos looked a bit surprised at the question, but answered honestly with his soft smile.

"Good to know."