Stuck in the wine cellar

She tried the door once more in the dark and she tried banging it but the kind of noise it gave was the kind that wouldn't be heard outside and the door was the kind of door that hurt the knuckles.

She held her hands out in front of her finding her way carefully in the dark. She looked at her phone, whenever it was low, the flashlight wouldn't come alive.

She traced the wine bottles, trying to search for Alexander, she knew he was somewhere at the back.

"Mr Grayson." She called but there was no reply and she began to fear that he had left her long ago. "Mr..." She called when she tripped over the leg of a chair. She looked up and traced the chair and was surprised to find him sitting there. She froze wondering if he was staring at her. Then she took her phone and turned on it's screen light and saw he was sleeping with his books on his crossed legs.

So he could sleep with all the cold in the cellar.

Just then, he stirred and she stood up hurriedly.

"What's..." He asked and immediately