The truth about August

Thirty Two

Disclaimer: Steamy content down the line.

Of course I like him. I mean, who wouldn't? Alright, maybe half of the British Intelligence right now, but apart from them, who wouldn't? He is an adorable man if you look past his dreadful demeanor and the fact that he has killed six people.

I stared at my poorly lit face in the mirror of the small bathroom, the only light in the room coming from my phone. I sighed. It didn't really matter if I had feelings for him, this wasn't a school trip to Disneyland, we were in serious danger and in need to keep our heads clear and sharp. Not bother with absurd feelings.

What was the outcome I was expecting anyway? The moment this all ended (if we even got out alive), I would go back to my own life and he would go back to his, and as any person with a common sense can tell, secret spies do not date serial scammers, its one of those matches that just don't work out.

Do you really wanna go back to your life, though.

I stared at myself again.

I'd never really cared to think about my future, focusing just on getting the stuff that I wanted and being able to afford keeping my father alive for longer. There was never time or space or energy to think about a future. But now, I just couldn't imagine ever going back to the way things were, but why?

"Serena?" I heard the muffled sound of August's voice behind the door, shaking me out of my deepened thoughts.

"Yes?" I asked as I ran my hand through my face, focusing on the present.

"Um- your cat won't stop... harassing me" I heard him say. "I think he's looking for you" That's when I heard Solo's demanding meow from the other room.

I smiled, opening the door to find a stressed August trying to ignore the cat on his way to climb on his leg.

"He's been doing this for the past ten minutes" He said with an annoyed tone that also hid some type of humor to it.

"Oh Solo, why are you tormenting this poor agent?" I said, taking hold of him and pulling him from August's leg. "Don't you see he's sensitive?" I said, smirking at the man who proceded to throw daggers at me with his eyes.

"Anyway" He said, stepping back and moving towards an old table where he had placed his lantern. "I'm glad you've freshened up, because we have work to do." He moved his fingers through a worn out notebook where he had written some things. I found it amusing how he didn't even think of packing up a laptop or something, being a freaking intelligence agent and all that.

"How come you don't have a laptop?" I asked as I walked towards him.

"It could have been traced" He said without even a glance. "Plus, I would have barely even needed it" He said with a smug tone.

"I gather you're not a city man at heart, are you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He then looked at me.

He stared at me for a while. "Correct"

"I figured" I smirked. "Okay, what do you want to work on, cowboy?"

My comment made his left eye twitch a little but he let it pass.

"I am meeting the man who you saw me w-"

"Julian" I said.

He stopped.

"Yes." He eyed me suspiciously. "I'm meeting him tomorrow but I imagine you already know that too."

I smiled and nodded slightly. "So, what's the plan?"

"What makes you think I have a plan?" He said and I immediately looked at him.

"You don't? That is the most out of character I've ever seen you act so far" I said and he crossed his arms.