Criminal Love

3. Sweet Girl

After the bizarre introduction and instructions from Caesar, Yue goes to her desk to work and Dylan stays at the table. He is uneasy because he has no idea what to do. How is he supposed to get the gallery going? He has never done anything like that before. Does his fake girlfriend have a clue?

The wound from the tracking device is slightly bleeding and it itches, distracting him from his thoughts. He keeps glancing at it until he decides to do something about it.

Dylan approaches Darren at his desk to ask him if there is any skin disinfectant in the office and maybe a Band-Aid, but Darren has no clue. Annoyed, Dylan goes to the bathroom to wash the now reddened and a little swollen cut with soap, hoping the itchiness will subside.

I need a freaking Band-Aid! And I hope this darn chip doesn't give me cancer!

Yue has been observing Dylan closely; she likes to study people and find out what makes them tick. If she had not been an Art major, she would have easily become a profiler for the Agency. She is good at determining what people want and need, usually. Besides, Dylan is intriguing. His family, his looks, his career choice, they're all pieces of a puzzle that don't seem to fit. Why would a handsome guy like him become a painter? Why didn't he follow his father's footsteps?

Yue has read Dylan's file; she knows he is somewhat of a hypochondriac, afraid of getting sick and even paranoid, always looking over his shoulder, thinking someone wants to hurt him. That's why she laughs internally at what might be going through his mind at the moment. He's probably thinking the wound will get infected and he'll lose his hand... And chuckles.

However, she also feels compassion: it must be hard for a man who is rich and comes from a powerful family to be in his position. He just got out of prison and she wasn't friendly. Of course, he wasn't either, but she is the FBI agent and he's the criminal, shouldn't she be the bigger person? And then there's the fact that he annoys her a tiny bit... Yue isn't easily bothered; she has learned to nod and move on in life. So, why was she affected by the fact that he wants to give her a makeover? That's every woman's dream!

Yue hears Dylan cursing in the bathroom.

He's probably scratching the wound... Argh! Yue hates herself sometimes for always needing to help everyone, even those who are not nice to her. She takes a first-aid kit from her desk -she's prepared for emergencies because she's a little clumsy and often needs to treat small wounds- leaves it on the table in the corner and marches to the bathroom to check on Dylan.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry," he tries to dismiss her.

"Come with me..." Yue takes Dylan's hand and drags him towards the round table.

Dylan stares at her hand clasping his and pulling him strongly. She's small but not frail, apparently.

From his desk, Darren watches them with interest. He is curious about how this pretend relationship will end. He thinks they will either fall in love or hate each other's guts; after all, they are nothing more than humans, regular people made of flesh and blood. And what are humans if not creatures with emotions? He sneers.

Yue sits in front of Dylan and opens the kit without a word. She appears to know what she is doing; therefore, Dylan goes with the flow, quietly watching her every move and studying her details. Her hair looks soft, though a little messy; she definitely needs a haircut. Her eyelashes are long, some mascara would do wonders. Her eyes are sincere, honest, but today she could use some concealer; did she sleep at all last night? And her lips... Hmm... Dylan finds himself wondering how those lips must feel like... What?! It must be all that time spent in jail surrounded by dudes.