Furtive

As soon as the doors of the train opened, I rushed out onto the platform, weaving through the throng of humans. My feet briskly carried me towards an exit, my eyes on the sign above it. A flash of a smile caught my attention. It was hard to miss. The man is tall as heck.

“Hey. Sorry if I made you wait.” I panted.

“No, it’s fine. Shall we go?” Damien prompted.

He led me outside. I tried to keep up with his long strides. All the while, he ran down the tasks arranged for me that day, muttering a few tips here and there. He suddenly looked down at me.

“Is something wrong?” He asked.

I glanced quickly at his eyes, and let out a small grunt. Observant as always.

I quipped, “Okay, like, let’s get one thing straight,” and paused, bracing myself for his reaction.

“How did you get freakin' taller!?”

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That caught me off guard, but as the realisation sank in, I can feel a giggle started to bubble up my throat. Then it quickly became a roar of laughter. It didn’t help that the look on his face is one of incredulity. Eli quirked his brow at me. His mouth was set in a frown, but his eyes were amused.

“Geez, old man. Calm down would you?” He folded his arms. “Since when do you laugh?”

I was aware that we had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. People were casually avoiding us, stepping to the side to carry on their march.

“Come on now, I’m not that heartless,” I retorted.

Oh. How I missed our little banters.

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Notes: Spies/working for the government/businessmen thing? I don't even know. I wrote this on a whim.

[James Bond theme playing in the background]