PICK LOCK

(Note: This is a continuation of A Date With Nate)

“Good idea, but I’ve never picked a lock before...” Nate says. “I don’t even have a lockpick...”

He then pulls a bobby pin out of one of his spiky tufts. “Wait, maybe if I use this, I might be able to get through there. But I’ve never done this before.”

He puts the pin up to the lock.

It pops open immediately.

“Got it!” Nate says triumphantly.

He then drops to a whisper. “Okay, follow me, very quietly.”

The two of you walk through the creepy building together.

“Alright, come on, follow me and stay low and be quiet. We have no idea where he is,” Nate says to you.

He suddenly stops you. “Wait, let me put on my sneaking shoes.”

He pulls out a pair of Crocs and puts them on. They are very loud.

“That’s better,” he says. You refrain from facepalming.

“Get low, real low,” Nate tells you. You both slide under some yellow caution tape.

Nate looks at a giant metal door beside him. “I don’t like the sound of that door.”

Nate keeps tiptoeing, his “sneaking shoes” still making a lot of noise.

He comes to a window. He rattles it, but it’s either locked or it doesn’t open.

Nate turns back to you. “I think we should split up.”

He quickly adds, “No, not break up! No, no way, this date is going wonderfully!”

You don’t tell him that you knew what he meant the first time, and you’re totally going to dump him if the two of you get out of this alive.

Nate continues. “I think maybe if we split up, we’ll cover more ground. What do you think? You can go that way, I’ll go this way, we’ll find an exit, tell each other, maybe...”

If you SPLIT UP, click here.

If you STAY TOGETHER, click here.