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16 | playin' hide and seek

It was time.

I looked at my watch, and smoothened the skirt of my dress once again. I was wearing a deep red skater dress which I'd bought a long time back in Zürich but never worn. I'd saved it for an occasion like this, when I'd have to be undercover in a fancy place.

If you looked at my closet back home, you wouldn't be able to figure out my sense of style. The clothes I usually wore were mostly either black, grey or off white, but I also owned a lot of other clothes, ranging from hippie wrap around skirts and floral blouses to dresses and formalwear.

This large assortment of clothes was mostly for my disguises and undercover work.

I looked in the mirror once more to assess my appearance. In a rare occurrence, I'd left my hair down, brushing it so it looked presentable. I wore dark red lipstick to match my dress and a gold necklace. I decided to also carry a black blazer in my arms since it was chilly outside.

I slipped into my black heels and stepped out.

Miranda was already standing outside, looking exactly like one would expect her to.

She was wearing an expensive looking shirt and pencil skirt, along with a coat on top. Her hair was in a bun and she had glasses perched atop her nose. Her makeup made her look a lot older than she actually was. She wore a gold watch on her wrist, and carried a Chanel bag on one arm.

She beamed at me. "Say hello to Mingmei Chen," she said, in a perfect accent.

I smiled. "Hello Mingmei, I like what you've done with your look. Very convincing."

"Thanks," she replied in Mandarin. I knew Mandarin too, but not as fluently as her.

Just then, Soler too stepped out of his room. My eyes widened slightly before I could stop myself, and I felt Miranda's smirk on me.

He was clad in a black shirt and dress pants, looking...well, obviously looking good, who am I kidding. But never in a million years would I say it to his face. His ego was already the size of Russia as it is.

I quickly composed myself before he could catch me staring, but then something weird happened.

He was walking towards us but as soon as his eyes locked with mine, he stopped short. Just for a fraction of a second, but he did stop nonetheless.

I could swear he stared at me for a moment too long.

That relieved me of some of my embarrassment at least. I turned away to face Miranda, but I could still feel his green eyes on me.

It was making me uncomfortable.

"So, ready guys?" Miranda said, eyeing the two of us with raised eyebrows. I nodded and the three of us stepped into the elevator and went down to the hotel lobby.

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Soler and I went inside the restaurant first, as (gag) Mr and Mrs Kaufmann. We were German tourists in Paris. Since we'd lived in Zürich for a long time now, both of us knew German and could speak in a German accent perfectly.

We sat at the table reserved for us, and a waiter handed us the menu.

"What do you say we start with the Soupe à l'oignon, Schatz?"

I looked up from my menu to see Soler looking at me, acting like the perfect model husband. Ew. He really called me Schatz.

I subtly glared at him before faking a smile. "Natürlich, that sounds really good!"